I got my first smartphone when my daughter was three. I kept tapping the screen trying to make something happen, she picked it up, slid her baby fingers across the screen to open it and handed it back to me with a dimpled grin. The next day from her carseat in the back I heard her talking about a new game on my phone. "We don't have that game honey," I say. "We do now," was her reply and sure enough she had downloaded the game herself.
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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ShellDeFelice says,
I got my first smartphone when my daughter was three. I kept tapping the screen trying to make something happen, she picked it up, slid her baby fingers across the screen to open it and handed it back to me with a dimpled grin. The next day from her carseat in the back I heard her talking about a new game on my phone. "We don't have that game honey," I say. "We do now," was her reply and sure enough she had downloaded the game herself.