Today my youngest bursts from the school doors to announce that her little friend will come for a playdate and bring her iPad.
“Really?” I say. I shrink down, sad and disappointed. All day, I had been so excited because I found paints with glitter inside. I pictured a leisurely afternoon with my children painting quietly in the kitchen.
But crafts can’t compete with an iPad, and she’s so excited.
“Well,” I venture, “I bought a paint set at the thrift store for you. It has glitter.”
Silence. Paints or iPad?
The little girl arrives with her iPad. They use it to record themselves and modulate their voices for a few minutes as a cat on the screen mouths the words.
But then. . . but then, the longing looks towards the craft area turn to actual racing to the paints.
I knew it. The mess and texture of paints wins. There’s hope for the six year-olds after all.
What else wins over the iPad?