Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A different generation, indeed.

The kid had a birthday this past weekend. It was pirate theme, and me matey came home all kinds of prepared for the rough seas. Hat, eye patch, telescope (for her good eye), pouch full of gold, a treasure chest, a map, and a compass.

It went a little like this, before I realized, what a different world she is growing up in.

She asked what the compass is. I answer, not thinking, "Compass." She asks, "What's that?" I say, "It tells you what direction to go in."

She starts talking in a GPS voice. "Turn left at Delmar."

She spent the afternoon playing pirate. Using her compass to read the map... in a GPS voice, just as all
buccaneers might do.... if they were driving around our neighborhood. Note to self, the kid knows how to get home, without the GPS and I don't. That's awesome. Argggh. 

1 comment:

  1. I love the pictures! I would love to play a pirate.

    PS - Blogher is in Chicago next year. Me and Laura are plotting to make sure you come.


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