This is what I hear every time we get into the car…”Mommy, can I play your phone?” Now, I like playing Angry Birds as much as the next gal but I rarely have time to sit down on the couch with a glass of wine and drain my phone’s battery. Angry Birds and Doodle Jump don’t get very much of my attention.
My phone is slowly being commandeered by a 6-year-old. The screen is all smudged by his grubby little fingers that spend half the day up his nose. Ugg. I’m constantly Windexing it. I don’t know if that’s good for it but I can’t have a boogery phone.
Slowly, more and more game apps are making their way onto the screen. A request is made and I download. The most recent downloads I’ve had to pay for. Not something I like to do but he has found a way around my free-app-only rule. The balance is shifting.
More games but still nothing to be alarmed at.
Yes son, you may play my phone.