Why Twitter?

A few days ago, my son was surfing his favorite website, pbskids.org. Upon running into a glitch, he asked me for help. I was happy to help, but as soon as I made a navigation error he protested. I twice assured him that I knew what I was doing, but then I realized the truth: he was right, and I was wrong. He's three years old. I'm thirty. This marked the beginning of the end.

In recent years, I've grown tired of following the latest technology fads. I suppose my disillusionment started when my Friendster account became passé soon after it was created. Now I realize that I must make more of an effort to be wired. Failure to keep up will result in endless humiliation at the little hands of this new Cylon race we call "our children".