While reading about Google’s art contest, I asked Sarah to look at some of the old logos. “Oh, I’ve already seen these.” I clicked to the information about the artist page. “I know him. He comes to my art class sometimes.” What? My tongue tied in knots as my brain raced with the concept of MY child being unimpressed by someone far more deserving of celebrity than any of the celebritarts who are constantly in the news. Tommy wandered past us and glanced over my shoulder to see what we were reading on my monitor. “I know him. He visits my computer class.” My brain exploded.