"Mommy took Adobe Photoshop classes this summer"

I’m a wee bit concerned that I’m heading toward a “Cat’s in the Cradle” situation with Sam, the computer, and me. I spend too much time playing with pictures on the computer, so then he’ll grow up and spend too much time with his bootlegged and parentally banned copy of Grand Theft Auto and have no time for me. “When you comin’ home son? I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then”.

 

I’ll regret not sending him to The Waldorf School where digital is frowned upon because of the brain wave changing properties. Of course by then I’ll be brain dead from my altered waves. Oh dear, I’m about to begin a rant on The Digital Age vs. The Waldorf School. I’ll refrain, get off this computer and get together with my son now rather than then.