Lessons in Being Uncool

'Girl Child" I yelled.
"I can't get this button to work."
"I'm not the family techno-wizz," she responded.
Well why did I have children, if they can't help me programme recordings of Desperate Housewives?
Tongue in cheek- but nevertheless - I am not sure what I would do without a child of the -z-generation to guide me through the rapid changes in technology. It was Girl child who taught me how to use my i-phone, without reading instructions. It is Girl Child I call on to help me through the complexities of the modern-day TV and all its accessories.
Z-generation (and Y too I'm sure) are wired differently - they're intuitive - I read an instruction manual. There are other less inspiring things I am learning through Ms Z. For example, she has just confirmed for me that I am incredibly uncool. I knew this would happen. I just thought I might squeeze a couple more moments of adultation from her. Evidently it is 'so wrong' to invite friends to 'play.' Evdiently now you have to say 'would you like friend over to 'hang out.' Like 'let's all hang out you funky chickens?' I say making chicken movements with my head.
'That's just sad,' was the response. 'First you were uncool, now you're just trying too hard - and that's way more uncool. It's sad.'
Man, these lessons are tough - or is that - Yo these lessons are tough? I'll have to ask.
At the age of twelve, Girl child clearly knows everything. Or maybe not. Last week she asked if she could go and 'hang out' with a friend at Coastlands.
'Convince me why,' I said.
'We'd have a really good time withough grownups and we can spend money.'
'And in what way is that a good thing?"
Sit down Girl child and your incredibly uncool mother will speak to you about the art of persuasion.
There is still much to teach you ... grasshopper.