Baby Girl G. is playing "Webkinz" with one of her friends from school. They're both logged on at the same time and are taking turns exploring each others virtual pets' rooms. TheBoy is composing a letter to Jigsaw's Miss9, having both mutually decided that having intercontinental pen pals would be kinda neat. Dinner's cooking on the stove, backpacks are filled for the school week ahead, the weekly shopping has been finished. One child is conversing through the internet with a friend who lives across town; the other is writing a letter to a girl some 10,000 miles away that he knows because his dad and her mom read each others' blogs and participate in the same gun forum.
Y'know, even though I don't have a flying car, I like living in the future...
That is all.