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>
<p>She flipped the iPad around. “Because I just googled your name and there are lots of photos and links and stories about you.”</p>
<p>I couldn't help but break into a smile. (Ego successfully stroked.) But then also a sense of dread as I thought, “Oh geezus…what has she seen?”</p>
<p>Igrew up in the 1980’s, when the pinnacle of technology in the house was the video cassette recorder. Although, we were the poor souls with the Betamax model. I vividly remember going to the video rental store with my parents, spoilt for choice with a grand total of — wait for it — about six movies to pick from! Seriously, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089218/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">‘The Goonies’</a>? Again?! I mean, I'd seen it that many times I was convinced searching for One-Eyed Willy's treasure was a viable career goal for me.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, the VHS elite were drowning in a cinematic paradise with shelves upon glistening shelves lined with endless entertainment and exclusive access to ‘rent one new release and get ten weekly rentals for free’ deals. Not that I was jealous. Do I seem jealous? (If you were born after about 1995 you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. Sorry. You’re young, you’ll get over it.)</p>
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