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Like many families these days, we are device dependent. We have our family laptop, Azul has his Kindle (which he has had since he was five), and I of course have my smartphone with me 24/7. We use all of them and sometimes all at the same time. I don’t really have a problem with using technology, I think it’s a useful resource and knowing how to correctly use technology is a skill best learned young. I mean, have you ever tried to teach a grandparent how to login TO ANYTHING!?! Ugh!!! Well, it seems as if my six and a half year-old fully understands the importance of and our dependency on devices.

“If you go to Heaven or Hell, I’ll throw your phone and charger to you so you can call me,” Azul said to me.

“Thank you my love. And thanks for including my charger, that’s something everyone forgets,” I responded to my technologically responsible child.

Phone Phight!

phone phight

“I think I broke my brain,” Azul said looking down, rubbing his six year-old head with his little hand.

“Oh my love, maybe you should stop playing on the phone,” is what I said. What I meant was “get off my phone.” Much like old men say, “get off my lawn,” just not as old or angry.

In a defensive move he replied, “You say the phone is bad for my brain and you’re on it all the time!”

“I’ve done enough harm to my brain, I think I’ll be okay.” You are witnessing my brilliant parenting skills at work right there in that response. Eek!

So, he asked, “Why is it bad for my brain?” Oh, the fight is on!

“I’ll tell you what, when you finish Grad School, you can play on the phone all you want,” I answered.

Azul loves to bargain and make deals, so intrigued he asked, “How many schools is that?”

Holding up my hand and raising a finger for each one, “Well, you’re in Elementary School now, then there is Middle School, High School, Undergraduate School in College and Grad School in College. That’s five.”

“Noooooo! That’s too many. I was thinking when I was eight or nine,” he said, throwing his right-hook in the negotiations.

I laughed and gave in to the winner. “Okay, we’ll talk about it when you’re eight or nine.”

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