Modern childhood

Last night as I was cooking dinner (I used an actual pot on the stove and not the microwave, where is my damn cookie?), Marlo begged Leta to share her iPod. Leta did some huffing and puffing at first, but I asked her to do me a favor and keep her occupied until we ate.

“Fine,” she sighed and then rolled her eyes. Being ten years old is the hardest thing she has ever had to do.

I love that she split the earbuds, too, and for about a half hour Marlo watched Leta play games. I had to sneak in a shot because I want them to remember this time they had together shoved up into one small seat. And the subsequent, “MOM, SHE GOT SPIT ALL OVER EVERYTHING!”