Then there is the corresponding truism when you realize technology has passed you by.
When the two are combined it can either be disheartening or give you a good laugh.
Last week, I suddenly noticed during an exchange of text messages with my daughter Sarah that every several words I typed were being short-cut to suggest the usage of the word poo.
An example is included here to illustrate the conversation. The top message is from me. The bottom part is Sarah's response.
I didn't think much of it since I use an iphone and now that Steve Jobs is not around to scream at anyone the company seems to be falling apart.
First, it was the map thing with the launch of the iphone 5 and now this. I figured hackers had finally figured out how to pollute Apple's previously impenetrable firewall against viruses but I didn't give it much thought and figured maybe I had the poo virus.
Plus, with a holiday week and the onslaught of everything that goes along with doubling, the population of our house over a five-day period, I wasn't on top of my game.
By the time Friday arrived, things started to clear up a bit. I was sitting in the kitchen while the kids were having lunch, and Elizabeth and I were discussing what we needed from the grocery store.
I rattled off several things I wanted and she insisted I write it down. I started putting the list in the notes app on my phone and suddenly several words started coming up with the
Their laughter was almost uncontrollable. My son Jamie (age 14) had put a list of commonly used words in the shortcut feature to be replaced with poo.
It was really funny.
I showed him the conversation between Sarah and me and his laughter became hysterical. It was that mischievous laughter of a teen boy that is riddled with both indulgence and glee.
After everyone caught their breath, I had him change the stupid thing back to where it was. He looked at me with a glance that reeked of Peter Pan and reminded me he had told me point-blank earlier in the week he had played a prank on me.
The thing he hoped would happen most is he had heard me say I was trying to schedule lunch with my pastor David Dykes and he had programmed the word lunch to be replaced with poo.
He said he most wished I had asked David to have poo with me or to see if we could go to poo together.
Boys will be boys.