Cal: So, Mommy, I hear you have a blog.
Me: Yep, I sure do.
Cal: Has anyone talked to you about internet safety?
Me: Um.
Cal: Just remember YAPPY, Mommy. Did you tell anybody this stuff?
- Y- Your Name
- A- Address
- P- Phone Numbers
- P- Passwords
- Y- Your Plans
Me: Why isn’t it just NAPPY? Or NAPPP? Why is it your name and your plans? That’s hard to remember. See, I already forgot.
Cal: Be real, Mommy. I’m trying to save your life.
Me: Cal, you’re the bestest kid ever. That’s why you get to live here for free. No, honey, I absolutely did not tell a soul that my name is Elizabeth or that I live in Los Angeles, just down the street from Trader Joe’s. No one is ever going to know that I spend most of my days at home and that the front door is usually unlocked. And sweetie, even if someone did come in unannounced, I have that pepper spray cleverly hidden on the right side of the bed, underneath the mattress. I’ve never told anybody about that secret weapon.
