it's a different generation

This morning, Eleanor asked if she could Skype Kamma.

OK, she's barely two. And she knows the term "skype"?

I can already feel myself slipping behind the technology curve. Actually, I started slipping a long time ago. I don't tweet, I hardly blog, and my Facebook logins are semiannual events. I don't even like text messaging (probably because I have to pay something like twenty cents for each text message I receive...so texters, if you're reading this, let your thumbs take a rest and actually CALL me instead, OK? I'll like you better.)