Sometimes we laugh that the kids will grow up knowing all sorts of things that didn't even exist when we were kids; namely the iPhone. They see it and ask to have their picture taken, or play games, or use a picture that you've already taken to draw all over, or ask you to write your friends (or THEIR friends).
And it's great, mostly. Jack and Chuck have had many bonding moments watching different blues guitarists play, or watching Ozzie Smith give instruction to random little kids (check out The Baseball Bunch, if you're bored).
One of Jack's new favorites is playing a game called Paper Toss. I happen to be obsessed with it (again, if you're bored, try it out). You fling this little balled-up piece of paper into a trash can, taking into account the speed of the wind generated by a little fan on either side of the screen. It really is pretty mindless, and usually calming. Chuck has a different opinion of the game, having to endure watching Jack aimlessly toss the paper no where near the trash can. He just sits there flicking the paper straight every single time, no matter the wind. Jack also insists on having the sound turned on, so you hear the fan, and the random sounds of paper hitting the opposite side of the room.
You also hear the random people that talk in the background. At one point, during one of Jack's games, the dude in the background said "So, how was your world tour?" and without missing a beat, Jack says "good." No laughing, no glancing up at Chuck to see what he would think. Just a matter of fact answer.
Does he think that the Paper Toss dude, who you don't even see, would really be asking him real questions? I guess if you can virtually toss e-wads of paper, I guess a random voice here or there isn't that far off base.
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