There pretty much isn't a single day that I'm not grateful for the internet. It's one of those things that I'm not exactly sure how life existed before it's creation. I rank it right up there with indoor plumbing, cars, and cappuccinos.
Parenting must have been much harder without the internet. How did parents do it? How did they answer the incessant flow of questions from their children?
Yes, there's the quintessential question about why the sky is blue, but that's amateur compared to the questions that I've been expected to answer lately.
Mom, why are they called marshmallows?
Mom, how did the Liberty Bell crack?
Mom, how long do goldfish live?
Mom, what does a platypus eat?
Mom, what is root beer made out of?
Mom, how many girl Transformers are there?
Mom, when did they first make Hot Wheels?
Mom, when did leap year start?
Mom, who first grew cherries?
Before the internet, my only option would have been the old standby plan of make something up and hope they never find out. But now, I can slip away, look it up and come back fully informed. Now, with the assistance of Google, I can keep up my image of the smartest mom ever.
I'm not looking forward to the time when the questions get a bit harder.
Where do babies come from?
Why doesn't she like me?
What were you and Dad doing?
What should I do when I grow up?
Can I borrow the car?
Despite my love of the internet, I'm not sure there is any search engine that will be able to help me then.