Daughter 1 has a new friend at school, and her parents invited us over for dinner. You know, to gather ’round the camp fire and get to know each other since our girls are spending lots of time together. It sounds reasonable to this old, white, European, marginally educated, Christian male living in the South.
Daughter 2 disagrees.
“What? Like they want us to come over? To their house? For dinner? The whole family?”
“That’s what we do when we want to get to know people,” I say, sounding, I suppose, like Plato talking to himself in a cave.
“Jeesh. That’s kind of the old-lady way isn’t it? Why not just text?”
Yes. Why not?
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