My friend, Aaron, asked his parents to buy a wireless Guitar Hero for his birthday. That might sound like an innocent purchase for a twenty-nine year old, but it's actually a plastic video gaming apparatus that looks like Fisher Price's My First Guitar. His parents obviously didn't understand their son's wants and desires, but they bought it for him anyway and sort of smiled when Aaron could correctly push the guitar's button of same color as the one shown on-screen.

I don't look forward to the generation gap when it comes time to buying my kids a present, because I'm certain that their technological interests are going to exceed my ability to comprehend.

“Dad, will you buy me a VagBot for my birthday? It's a robot that lives in your vag.”

And after she unwraps the t-shirt that I got her with the old-fashioned robot iron-on, she'll talk to her girlfriends about how her dad doesn't undie-pant-stand, because he came from a time when people didn't have robots recreationally living in their crotch.