My daughter is very tech-savvy. If you need help navigating your new iPhone, you should just call her. Tonight she was engaged in one of her favorite pastimes, playing on my computer. Her playtime ranges from online games, to educational apps, to typing her name. While she was playing, she opened the Face Time application by accident. I thought this might be a good opportunity to have her chat with my parents, who were staying with our cousins in Arizona, so we called them via Face Time.
We tried calling my dad twice, to no avail. Then we tried Nick’s mom, who answered it like a regular call, so we saw the side of her face for a second before we got cut off. We finally settled on calling Nick, who was five feet away, just so it wasn’t a complete wash. Then my dad finally figured out how to call us, and called twice while I was starting the kid’s bath. We finally connected, Tessie told my parents about seeing the nutcracker, and did some ballet moves for them. Then Christian got on, and just smiled into the phone, charmed everyone, then hung up on them.
We got reconnected, and chatted for a moment, when Tes came running back into the room, wearing only panties, a superhero mask, and a pink sparkly crown. She danced around, striking a pose when it suited her, and had everyone on the line cheering. Then Christian got a little braver, showed off his muscles, and blew kisses through cyber space.
There are a lot of arguments for just having a good old-fashioned phone conversation, but technology does have it’s benefits. My parents don’t get to see the kids very often, and they miss them terribly. I think Tessie’s naked masquerade, and Christian’s muscle show, aught to hold them over for a while. Ah, the beauty of being high-tech, good thing I have my children to help me out.
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