Saturday, April 10, 2010
In a recent e-mail to my brother Bill in Colorado, I bemoaned the fact that some kids today don’t even know what a typewriter is, or a rotary dial phone, or—well, name just about anything from our childhood.
Today’s kids’ language of preference is texting (which still shows up as an error on my spell check—the little man in my computer is convinced I really mean taxing). Bill and his 16 year old daughter Kass (that’s her with the Black Belt) got the giggles over something absurd the other day—you know, the double over, cross your legs kind of giggles. She was finally able to sputter out, “oh my gosh, Dad, I almost yelled LOL!”