"Mom, I'm going to make you an avatar on Wii," my eleven-year-old daughter said.
"That's nice," I replied. "Do you think I'll ever use it?"
"No, but I'll make one anyway."
She went to work creating a figure that was supposed to resemble me. A few minutes later, she had something she wanted to show me. "Come here, Mom. What do you think?"
I looked at the creature on the screen. It had black eyes and tiger stripes all over its face. "Excuse me," I said. "I don't have black eyes. And what's up with the tiger stripes?"
"Those aren't tiger stripes, Mom. Those are wrinkles."
"What?" I couldn't believe it. "Listen kid, I know I'm old, but I don't have wrinkles like that!"
"All right. Fine. I'll fix them."
She went back to work. She got rid of the wrinkles and then gave me pretty blue eyes. I was about to say that it looked much better, but then she started messing with the lips. I looked like a kissing gourami. "Why did you give me fat lips?" I asked.
"Because of your duck bill."
"Hey, that's gone! I have normal lips now. Fix those lips!"
She gave me an exasperated sigh. Then she went to work on my body. When she was done, I had a fairly attractive face, but a big head and a teeny tiny body.
"That's a little disproportionate," I said.
"No, it's not. You have a little body and a big head."
Okay. Maybe she's right!