I'm pretty close with my parents.
Scratch that.
Really close. Especially for a 25-year-old.
So it seems strange when I have a Skype conversation with my dad.
Oh did I mention he's just upstairs?
We're not that ridiculous
(okay yes we are),
it's just that Dad just set up a Skype account, so he can talk to cuties like this:
and this:
and this:
(ugh, Belle always wins the cute contest! Spotlight hog.)
Anyway, so Pops needed a Skype tutorial, so he called his tech-savvy daughter. Oops, I think he dialed the wrong number.
