The E-mail

A baby’s first word was “subject”. Ah, said the father, he must be an e-mail. That’s right, said the mother, an e-mail, just like me. Only a reply from the baby would settle the debate, but it never seemed to arrive. One day a letter from the e-mail who had been away for years in the service. It read: Mother, father, you coddled me with that wax diaper, the way you both kept pressing you initials into it. I am a blind copy on the forward march. Send more spam.