How the times have changed....

Today my daughter needed to send a letter (yes, the paper type, real old school) to a friend. We handed her the paper and envelope and the look she gave us was no different than if you or I were handed a morse code key set. We'd know what it was but in all likelihood not be able to use it. The same was true with Katie and the paper and envelope.

She knew somehow she physically had to pick up a writing utensil (aka non-digital dye device) and apply ink to paper and the symbols she transcribed would need to form a cohesive, legible sentence but it appeared in her mind that performing this task was on par with resolving differential equations in calculus. After walking her through the concept of full English sentences, it was now on to addressing the envelope. Wow! You would have thought you were explaining brain surgery to a caveman, "No, Gor! zip code! zip code!"

I feel like Rip Van Winkle. What the hell happened?

Now where'd I park my dinosaur?