The year is 2012. My sweet and adorable 3-year-old asks if he can play with my phone.
I say no.
I hold my ground: “No. It’s time for night-night.”
Turning my back, I shift my focus and attend to his brothers, another 3-year-old and a 5-year-old, and complete the gauntlet that is the bedtime routine of three little boys.
With lights out, mama’s out. My time to flip on cartoon-less TV and jump on the ol’ social media to catch up with friends.