I watched him closely for a few minutes, trying to decide if I should even ask. I’ve learned over the years that sometimes, I don’t want to know. Really. But he’d been studying the words on the screen for longer than I’ve ever seen him read anything that wasn’t printed on the back of a cereal box in bright colors. And when he laughed, I had to know what parallel universe had my 16 year-old son reading the fine print without a colorful picture in sight. So…I asked.
“Whatcha reading?” He placed a finger on the computer screen to hold his place like it was a book or something. I suppressed a smirk.
A smirk that quickly morphed into shock when he answered, “The User Agreement for GameStation.”
“What? You’re reading a User Agreement? I can’t get you to read the notes I leave you on the fridge. And …and why were you laughing?” Turns out, he agreed to give his soul to GameStation that day. No. Seriously. That was part of the ‘User Agreement.’ Read more