Man, those little Goldfish crackers are fast!
Last night in a matter of mere seconds, one of those cheesy delights traveled from my sister’s computer in California, and from my almost three-year-old niece’s dainty hand, right into my mouth — via the information superhighway and a fancy little program called Skype.
After patting my sister’s computer and asking for Aunt Stacie, my sister came to the sudden realization that the child believes I exist inside the computer.
Which, I guess considering the alternative—the thousands of miles between us plus the once yearly visits – being a talking head doesn’t seem so bad.
There’s something to be said for sharing your favorite Curious George bedtime stories, live from your own home – albeit thousands of miles away.
There’s even more to be said for following that niece up the stairs, into her room, and giving her a virtual kiss and tuck into bed — all while sitting in my home in the heartland.
It may sound pathetic that I find such joy in this technology, but I guess I’m just grateful my Goldfish come by way Skype
….and not the Pony Express!