Mom hears of iPod

The other day, I’m sitting at my computer, and my mom asks me if I’ve heard of an iPod. (Mind you, I’ve had it for over a year and a half now.) I pick it up off my desk and hold it in the air. “Oh, is that the white thing in you car?” I nodded. “So you don’t carry your CDs anymore?” I shook my head. “That’s good.”