Google with Mother

Were Google a parent I’d imagine them to be:

1. A white-flight liberal professor type.
2. Classically post-modern.
3. As emotionally warm and huggable as thawing frozen yoghurt.
4. Thinking Justin Bieber is the President of Direct Online Marketing.

Picture a charmless Obama, lacking that winning smile, living in Rhode Island with a summer farmhouse in Provence, France who can’t even hold a basketball let alone pull his sweat pant bottoms up over his waist while shooting a few hoops.

They expect nothing less of their children than a PhD; and while not wanting to push their offspring (they should be natural intellectuals), any ideas of sabbatical years or their kids doing anything so long as they enjoy it is distinctly frowned upon.

In fact, they never use the term kids.

So, what kind of children’s book would Google read to its own?

Full marks if you said they wouldn’t actually read to them but program something in HTML 5 that displays best in Chrome.

Something very similar to 20 Things I Learned about Browsers and the Web maybe.