My mum honestly believes that I spend too much time on the internet.
She refers to my friends as, “those people from the internet”.
My mum keeps asking me how she can illegally download movies from the internet.
She tells me that you can’t be friends with people on the internet.
My mum watched the Chat Roulette version of Call Me Maybe on the internet.
She didn’t understand the videos that she saw on the internet.
My mum said she really enjoys reading, but she can’t read on the internet.
She usually reads crime thrillers, not blogs on the internet.
My mum asked me what would happen if I woke up and I didn’t have the internet.
I told her I would try and tweet my pain and heartbreak on the internet.
My mum still thinks I’m going to get groomed by paedophiles on the internet.
I tell her I’m not 14 any more, chat rooms aren’t the same on the internet.
My mum recently found out how to use an HDMI lead from the laptop to TV to watch videos from the internet.
I looked at her in awe because I didn’t think she’d want to watch videos from the internet.
We watched a funny video on YouTube of a man stealing a chicken from some store in America.
She laughed whilst she laid on the sofa, watching videos on the internet on a TV via an HDMI cable.
I feel like she is truly beginning to appreciate the possibilities of the internet.