I had just discovered I was pregnant with my first child. Most women in my shoes would be making lists of names, mentally designing the nursery or simply immersing themselves in baby bliss. I was reveling because I could finally eat whatever the hell I wanted.
It wasn't always like this. I welcomed you into our home, made you part of our family. Soon you were the go-to source of fun, intoxicating, always on, ready. Still, I had my doubts about your influence and your stability.
My grand plan for teaching my daughter about the Internet is a combination of this guide, keeping the computer in the open to use real experience to teach, and enough repeating stuff "over and over" to generate eyerolls.