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TIFU by telling my son to kill himself

My husband, myself and our son are very much what one would call nerds. I love comic books, they love games.

Now, we're all on Discord, but for some reason I wasn't on my sons chat... thing. I'm not that into the lingo. Which will come into play later.

So I asked my husband: "Can you ask him to let me join his chat...thing?"

He did, my son accepted and sent me a cute little gif with some character or something with a sign, that said: Knus.

Now, in in Denmark, knus means hug. I found that sweet.

So I wanted to send him a gif back. And I found a nice picture of Scout from TF2 ( a game he plays) with the word kys on.

In Denmark, kys means kiss. So I was happy with my response.

As soon as I sent that response, my husband doubled over laughing. Apparently, my son had sent a screenshot of our chat. And I could hear him racing out of his room to get to our bedroom. And that was when I realized...

I was born in 1980. I remember the first Jackass shows. I remember those skater shows, Camp KYS. I know, what those acronyms mean. I should know better!

Thankfully, he found it as hilarious, as I found it mortifying.

TL;DR: I forgot Internet lingo when chatting with my son

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