So, the next time those big eyes look up at you and ask for the glowing rectangle, smile. Hand them a crayon. Hand them a wooden spoon. Hand them a plane ticket to imagination.
The father didn’t flinch. But I did. Not because of the money—in our circle, $130 is a dry cleaning bill. But because of the precedent . Daddy- can I play with your Dick - Secret Elle...
We are raising the first generation of children who think money is just a Face ID scan away. So, how does a sophisticated parent handle the "Daddy, can I play?" question without crushing curiosity but while establishing steel boundaries? So, the next time those big eyes look