Things were going really well, when suddenly something disturbing happened. An instant-message window appeared onscreen to deliver a verdict.
"wayyy creepy," it said. "why did you make one!"
Ah, there she was.
"What are you talking about?" I typed innocently.
"im only telling you for your own good," my daughter typed.
"Be my friend," I typed.
"You won't get away with this," she typed. "everyone in the whole world thinks its super creepy when adults have facebooks."
"Have facebooks? Is that what you think a Profile page is called?" I typed.