Bridging the digital divide with Grandma; paternity test DAVE OWENS.
The age gap between grandmother and granddaughter was brought sharply into focus recently when I dropped my daughter off for a sleepover at my parents' house.
Among the bits of plastic ephemera that littered her overnight r bag like the lost and found at Toys o 'R' Us was a DVD of her latest love - DespicableMe; not so much the hook-nosed hero/villain Gru r but the salt and pepper pot shaped cartoon r characters the Minions, who she has firmly fallen in love with.
And anyone who has seen the latest movie will sympathise, empathise or even be hugely amused by her uttering the word "bottom" and then giggling manically ad infinitum.
As she arrived at my former home to run u my mum and dad ragged, she gestured to the DVD player and asked for the remote control.
She then without any help from anyone promptly proceeded to turn the player on, eject the disc that's already in there, pop the new disc in, select the menu on the TV and start r the film.
Now I understand a four-year r -old r operating a DVD player is not akin to her finding the cure for cancer or proving the existence of aliens. Nevertheless, r such was the astonishment on my mum's face, you would have sworn r she had juggled knives while riding a unicycle. Nothing separates the gulf l betwee t n the decades more than a techno c log o y. g While my mother is a self-avowed technophobe happy to wallow in blissful ignorance in the waysofthe electronic dark arts, r my daughter is becoming something of a ninja.
When I was a kid the mobile phone was the one with the smiley face made by Fisher Price. My daughter, r however, r can easily operate my iPhone. She perfectly r guides her way through menus, swiping the screen as she goes like some sort r of rising star in Carphone Warehouse. a To her, | it's now second nature. To m| it's Nothing short r of a revelation.
But should I be so surprised? Technological advancements have become such a part r of our world nowadays that each upgrade to an iPhone or iPad is met with the sort r of fever pitch expectation that I would have reserved r in the 1970s for the appearance of a new Panini football sticker album.
Nevertheless, r I still like to think - as any proud daddy would do - that'she's the sort r of aspirant genius that her old man wasn't.
Especially when her father was caught giggling in the back of maths class because he had learnt to write BOOBIES on his electronic calculator instead of deciphering advanced trigonometry. r
Nothin t g separates a ' the gulf l betwee t n e the decade c s e more r than techno c logy g