That Time My Kid Googled Me and I Was No Longer “Dad”
<p>Hey Daddy, are you popular?” My eight-year-old daughter ambushed me one Sunday morning, her voice squeaking equally with cheekiness and curiosity.</p>
<p>“Huh?” I said, deep in a different thought as I looked up from my phone, half-dazed in a scrolling coma.</p>
<p>“Are you famous?” She hugged her iPad to her chest like it held information that could risk national security.</p>
<p>“Why do you ask?” I quizzed, suddenly giving her my full attention, courtesy of my ego recognizing a stroking opportunity.</p>
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