When your kids start reading it’s great, they pick up story
books about bunnies and fairies, and everybody sighs shamelessly in a warm glow of self-congratulations. But the next
moment you turn around they’re ordering vodka and cigarettes off the internet
using your credit card (mitigating factor: points accrue).
So now I have a house full of “readers” who access “stuff” on the internet. So
of course they have started reading Portdaddia and have begun the eternal
complaint everywhere, that parents just don’t “get it.”
I realize that most Portdaddia readers have had the thought that
if they were in my shoes things might be
done “just a wee bit different.”
In the spirit of fair-mindedness I let my daughter vent on
her unwilling elevation to content provider.
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