If you follow me on Facebook and Twitter, you know that there’s a new method of communication in our house. This week my tweenagers, Jon and Sammy (formerly known as JONATHAN and SAMANTHA) discovered that they can talk through Skype – without ever leaving the comfort of their own rooms.
What does this mean?
It means that my computer now rings incessantly.
It means that while I’m working, I’ll get conversation pop-ups from a couple of wise-guy kids asking, “What R U doing?” Or, “Where’s the jam?”
It means that my kids’ heads have evolved into one dimensional, screen-sized pain in the . . . um, laptop.
Oh man, I’m glad mine were out of the house before THIS arrived.