Friday afternoon I drove to pick up my boys for the weekend. As they were finishing getting their stuff together, I checked my messages on my phone and had a voicemail from my dad. He'd called to let me know that they were in town and wanted to know where I was. I called them back and he said they were at my sister's house, who lives about thirty minutes away from my kids. We decided to head over there to see them. Another sister of mine did the same thing, so it turned into a partial family reunion of sorts.
My mom and sister went and picked up pizza for everybody, and we stayed and visited until around midnight, at which point I figured I should probably start driving home. My sister said, "Why don't you guys just stay the night. Everyone else is. We have enough couches."
I asked my boys what they wanted to do, and they wanted to stay, so we did. After all, my sister and brother-in-law have an entertainment room that's basically a miniature movie theater. (To them, there's nothing like playing Modern Warfare on a 160 inch screen with surround sound.)
The next morning Mr M was playing with his new PSVita that his mom decided to spoil him with for his birthday last week. My seven year old niece was fascinated by it, so at one point he let her play a game while he went and did something else. She picked it up very quickly.
As my dad watched her play it he turned to me and said, "How on earth do these kids learn how to do all this shit?"
I said to him, "I don't know. Probably the same way you learned how to ride a horse. Or skin a cat. It's just what kids do now."