Have we really become so pathetic that we need a smartphone to make friends?

When my first child was born, my social life all but evaporated (even as a Dad).  Sure, my friends wanted to cluck over the baby – once – but arranging a backyard BBQ or even coffee around an infant’s unpredictable schedule was daunting, to say the least.

But I quickly found that the local park, the provincially run drop-in centres, and later the nursery school were all great places to meet other parents that were in exactly the same boat.  They didn’t mind if my daughter was fussy at the coffee shop, or if I had to drop everything to change or feed her.  Most importantly, they could not only share tips, but were capable of communicating in more than monosyllables.

And all without an app.  Imagine.