My son wanted me to send an e-mail to his dad. As I was talking to him, I ran mutt and dashed off a quick e-mail, then turned back to him.
“I thought you were going to send Daddy an e-mail,” he scowled.
“I just did,” I responded brightly.
“Then why is that window open?”
“That’s my shell window. I run my mail client from there.” I did so to demonstrate. “See? These are e-mails in my inbox.” Then, as he continued to stare doubtfully at my monitor, “I don’t use a web browser to read my e-mail. Because I’m hard core, baby!”
He rolled his eyes and went back upstairs.