One day you're checking into the hospital with your soon-to-be-no-longer-pregnant wife and your go-bag and an extra landline phone in case you need to do an interview Mark Wahlberg about his World Trade Center Memorial Competition entry, because cell phones aren't allowed in the delivery room, and the next, your teenager sends you an emoji text from her iPhone urgently requesting you to pick up an extra gluten-free cake pop. What a life.
