I was talking to Her Excellency of Mousehole on the phone tonight and I said, "I wonder how old so-and-so is?"
"I don't know," she said.
"I'm going to "Google" her and find out.
"WHAT," she said. "You're going to "Google" her name?
"That is so lame. That's an invasion of privacy. That's...she's 47 years old," she said.
"What?" I said. "How do you know?"
"She's the second one down on Google."
I hadn't even brought a "Google" search box up yet and she...the one who criticized me for my curiosity...already had the information.
And so it goes. As human beings we might think what someone else has, wears, thinks, eats, etc. is stupid but pretty soon we want one, are wearing one, thinking about it, eating it, etc. It's just human nature.
But some of us aren't quite as quick about it, like my genius child is.
She takes after me. The genius part.