With nine weeks to go until Baby Day, I’m noticing little changes in the way I view the world.
Take this video of an angry dad yelling at the internet for instance — show it to me a few months ago, and my response is something along the lines of: How crazy! Now, I sit here watching this and think to myself: Holy christ, is there any way to keep my daughter away from the internets until she’s in her thirties? A futile hope, I suppose.
By the time she’s a teenager, she’ll be using something more advanced than what we have today, and I (not quite understanding how it works) will be screaming like a madman into the video 3D hologram recorder, telling whoever’s out there that “I done backtraced it” and they’re all getting “reported to the cyber police and the state police”.
The only question is whether or not I’ll have a nice, bushy mustache.
