The great unwashed masses, the heathen, the Hottentots, the hillbillies are coming down from the farm, and your little one is going to be showing off for them. Those of us who have stood by Apple all these years, who are just getting used to smugness and pleasant dreams of the future, are in for a rude shock. Cletus and Jim-Bob are moving in next door, and our little Macintosh is going to be over at their house a lot. We're just not supplying enough of that loving the little guy needs. Parents have to be clinically insane, really, in order to willingly enter into the oppressive serfdom that is child-rearing.
Children grow up, and as they do, they inevitably leave behind their parents.
Oh sure, Mom and Dad are always there, ready with the Rice Krispie Squares and the stern lectures, but their hearts are always going to get broken. Hang on, Macintosh lovers, our turn is coming up. When Macs start selling in Sears, a corner is being turned. We'll all be ecstatic when those first few months worth of sales figures charge in. Investors will sit up and take notice.