"What's a postcard?" my formerly beloved youngest asked as she squinted at the rectangle of cardboard I was holding.
[She's gonna write a book someday: How To Make People Feel 100 Years Old in 5 Seconds Flat]
"It's, um, a picture you send in the mail! And you can write on the back, see?" I said, flipping this apparently archaic piece of correspondence over with my wizened 20th-century hand. "They're on vacation in Hawaii, and they're just saying hi!"
"But they can TEXT you a picture," Susie said, frowning in puzzlement. "Why didn't they just text you something?"
"Well, but this came from Hawaii, isn't that cool? Look at the postmark, it took nine whole days to get here! Gosh, I used to collect these..."
"Nine days? That's dumb - if they texted you a picture, it would get here in a minute. And it wouldn't cost anything," said Susie, shaking her head and proceeding through the door. "That doesn't make any sense."
Yeah, well, it USED to...
