COMMENT
It's my twins' 11th birthday on Monday and over the past year they have not let me forget that they're due their first phone.
Their older brother received one on his 11th, after much persuasion from him about how his friends had had one for years. That week, I watched my son disappear into his screen, never to emerge.
Devices create zombies. For example, I asked the kids to strip their beds this morning so I could wash their sheets. After much-exasperated prodding for him to get off the couch and deliver his sheets ready for the next load, the oldest must've finally moved, for I heard the machine beeping its alert - signalling either the lid had been lifted or something had jammed.
Upon investigation, I discovered he'd stripped his bed in zombie-like fashion, delivered his sheets to the machine, lifted the lid and stuffed them in on top of the current load on its final spin – all the while with phone in hand.
I have to admit I lost my **** at this point. It being school holidays and me trying to work and conduct the annual spring clean at the same time, it was not going so smoothly.