I was at the blood store waiting to have my blood taken when Wanda got bored. She asked if she could take pictures on my phone. I handed it over and she immediately started vlogging. This both delights and scares me.
When I was growing up, I wanted to record things so I carved pictures of myself into stone or recorded my voice on a cassette tape. These were not live streaming, sharable mediums. I could be an idiot and my parents, siblings and a couple of friends were the only ones who knew about it.
Now my kids can share their wisdom with the whole world. Instantly. I’m not ready.
My feet do not stink.