“Of Phones And Children”



This afternoon, my daughter came home from school crying. She went straight to her room and sobbed her heart out, piteously. Thus, my mom who was the one present when she arrived, asked her why. In copious tears, my daughter painfully detailed how her phone got destroyed at school–that it didn’t work anymore. When I went downstairs, mom rehashed what happened. Of course, I immediately asked my kid about it and she reiterated the painful tale. Continue reading “Of Phones And Children”

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