NYC Educator may be getting old, he suspects, observing his daughter and her Canadian cousins.
The three of them sat on two beds, my daughter with a laptop and the two cousins each with an Ipod touch. They sat in the same room, within visual range and earshot, texting one another. I asked why they couldn't just talk. They looked at me like I was crazy and described how much cooler this was.
A while later, when they sat in another room talking to one another, I asked why they weren't texting instead.
“That's so two hours ago,” replied my nephew.
I laughed, gol’ dern it.