Dear Google Maps:
You became an all-out obsession in my house today. I know that technically the obsession is supposed to belong to one of my children, and my nephew isn't really mine, but he's living here for the summer, and that's close enough, right?
For some reason Handsome decided to look on the local weather web site's map to see if he could find the house. After finding that very unsatisfactory, I decided to show him Google maps. Apparently, that was a terrible idea. We looked at satellite images of my house, his mom's house, and grandma's house before we discovered street view, and then, it was all over!
We looked at the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, "walked" across the Golden Gate Bridge, saw Times Square, the Empire State Building, Big Ben and more. And then I went to fix dinner, and I have NO idea where all Handsome "travelled" with you, but I know that it was a "safe site", so it was fine, except....
Well, he's not the only one who's obsessed. He's been in bed for at least an hour now, and here I sit, happily clicking away, looking at the street view of old neighborhoods from my past, cultural sites I'd love to visit and generally wandering around the world, one street view at a time.
Auntie Bad Example