Recently I woke up sandwiched by two daughters. Alpha Man was at a job and I was in the middle of the bed, no pillows. On either side of me lay a daughter, each with their thumbs going on their phones, texting each other. From the same room.
From the same BED.
Not only this, they were discussing their plan of attack to talk me into going out to breakfast.
When I tell them I didn’t have any digital toys when I was young; no cell phone, hell no microwave, much less a DVD player, no laptop . . . they just look at me with a complete lack of understanding.
“Mom, how did you talk to your brother?”