I don't like this technology Dad.
First there's machines that wash dishes, next they'll have robots to do my homework for me.
After a little digging, I find she is not happy at the prospect of her school using iPads next year. She likes her pencils; Ticonderoga no. 2 of course.
Then I lose her trying to brighten her spirits with a discussion on college baseball bat specifications. After all these years, I still don't know how to talk to girls.