I was downstairs, sipping a glass of wine, and pfaffing on my laptop. My twins were upstairs in their bedrooms, supposedly reading their new novels.
Then I saw in my Google window that my nine-year-old daughter Vivian (“V”) was online. This is how our conversation went down.:
And to think, when I was her age, my parents just had to follow the extra-long cord on the rotary-dial phone.
Any technology stories on your end?
*P.S. V wants me to assure you she typed “daRn it” and that it was the font that made it look like ‘dam it…’