Cro Magnon is entering the online world. Slowly. Unsurely.
God help me.
He’s looking up cars, garden equipment and things about The Alamo online. That’s pretty good for a Cro Magnon. He does alright as long as he doesn’t have to scroll down or type in a capital letter.
“How do I type in a capital letter?” he asks me one day.
“You have to shift.” I say. Eye roll.
“What?”
“Shift. You have to hit the shift key to capitalize.” I say. (Is he kidding? He’s not kidding.)
“Why do I have to?” (Ugh.)
“You don’t have to, unless you’re typing in something that’s case sensitive,” I say, knowing where this will lead to.
“What’s case sensitive?” he asks. (I knew it, didn’t I just say?)
I try to explain. I have no idea if he actually gets it, is pondering (ha, I just said pondering in reference to Cro Magnon. The two don’t really seem to go together) or is going to pretend he gets it because he’s actually ashamed. I’m going to go with pretending.
“Oh.”
Knew it. He’s pretending. And then.
“What’s the difference between right clicking and left clicking?” he asks.
Ugh. Why did we ever get a computer?
“Where did you hear about right clicking and lefting clicking?” I ask, like he’s doing something dirty. And I think, “don’t talk about right clicking and left clicking in front of the kids.” Snicker. Snort.
He blames is on 14-yo. I decide I will talk to 14-yo later about how much he tells his father about the online world. I’ll tell him that he needs to go slow. That it’s too much for his father to take in and that he can’t process that kind of information. It could also be harmful to him.
Because if he asks me any more questions about right clicking and left clicking and case sensitivity, I’m going to cut him.
Hang On Mom 