On my way home from the gym this morning, I saw a bumper sticker that cracked me up: "I child-proofed my house...but they STILL get in." Yeah, how about that?? The Mercedes wagon in front of me had two car seats in the back, so it's obvious they're definitely "in" and the luxury vehicle they thought they bought is nothing more than a playroom on wheels. Expensive wheels. Thinking of my own home, I conjured up images of waiting dishes in the kitchen, my son's room where Lego "Shanghai"he designed and built still covered 90% of the useable floor space, the trail of socks, underwear, shorts and toys spread from the garage to the hall to the living room. I thought of the Scooter that I noticed in his bathroom earlier. How did that get there? His piles and piles of artwork, homework, crayons, markers, doodles, pencils, stencils and then, his report card came to mind.
Straight A's as it were, less the points for "Organizes well" and phys ed. My mind immediately played a montage (yes, my mind does montages...) of those awful bumper stickers Moms and Dads put on their cars: My son is on the Honor Roll...My Daughter is a Scholar at...My Daughter Sucks...oh what?? No, they don't say that.
In all candor, don't you just hate those bumper stickers that say "My Child is an Honor Student at..."? It usually just gives me something to snicker at while waiting at Stop lights. Just then something else hit me: we no longer need bumper stickers. Why? Because people look at the phones now when they are at a traffic light.
It occurred to me in this context that Twitter is the new bumper and all these catchy tweets are nothing more than bumper stickers. So in less than 140 characters, you too can now create what I will call "Twickers" that people can read on their phones and PDAs while idling at stop lights.
So from now on, I just may Twick and Tweet. Won't you join me?
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