Persecution Complex Starts Early

My two seven year-olds are all into email. Mostly from relatives and friends back home in Florida. Plus they email each other.

I give 'em about ten years before they discover porn and chat rooms. If I'm lucky.

At any rate, my boys love those silly smiley faces that giggle and burp and carry on. Yesterday, Oldest sent Youngest an email attached with this newest emoticon. Just in time for Chanukah, only *four* months away.

I know. But such things make my kids giggle and burp and carry on.

Except Youngest never received it.

All perplexed, Oldest couldn't understand. Kid probably put in the wrong address and it went to Aunt Irma instead. Who's *Baptist*.

"This is bothering me," he kept muttering. "Why didn't you get it?"

"I don't know," Youngest replied.

"I sent it," Oldest said.

"I know," Youngest sighed.

Sh*t was pissing him off, too.

An hour later, out of nowhere, after about 25 different conversations, while walking through the grocery store, Youngest says,

"I know why I didn't get the email!"

"Why?" Oldest was dying to know.

"Because our computer is Christian."