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Behold, the selfie.

It’s the flagship of a generation. The first generation, in fact, to spend its camera time pointed at the taker, and not the scenery. Just as the cassette tape is foreign to them, so too is the notion that I must snap shots of my mug at close intervals.

Emily of the Just Being Emily blog researched the selfie’s origins. She discovered that Robert Cornelius of the 1800s was a selfie trailblazer.

My girls have absconded with my iPhone for a flurry of selfies. So a week ago here on the CD, I opened the floor to a kid selfie contest like no other.

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When the kids get ahold of your smartphone, only Jesus knows what can happen.

You might end up with a phone dropped on the floor at Home Depot (the phone’s OK.) You might get game apps that depict plumbers’ cracks. Most likely, you’ll wind up with 1700 selfies. Kids love selfies.

This generation is the first to point their cameras at themselves more than … well, anything else.

Look at your phone real quick – how many kid-inflicted selfies do you have?