Easily Impressed

Minnow is at the computer when she calls me into the room. As I make my way towards the living room, I envision her pointing towards the monitor, shrieking, "What is he doing to her?" Call me paranoid, but ever since a particular incident at school, I now fear the worst. "Mom, you know that one game where I dress up the girls? How do I get to that game again?" I go into history and find the site, then bookmark it as she studies the screen with every click of the mouse. Once I show her the new bookmark in her folder titled, "Minnow", she exclaims, "Whoooooaaa. How'd you do that?" After spending the past two days trying to absorb an ounce of intelligence in web development, suddenly it feels as if I've been crowned "tech geek."