I just came home and my teen is on his lap top, with his phone turned onto netflix, which is sitting in front of his laptop, talking on a headset to someone else!!!!
remember the days when we would wait for some one to call us on the phone?
then we would drag the looooong cord into the pantry and talk in a hushed voice amongst the applejacks and triscuits? I believe my son's skin may not even know what vitamin D is? maybe facebook should figure out how to emit vitamin D out of the light from the computer screen.
As my sweet friend just announced to me: we are raising a bunch of wussies.
Yeah, but we can't even help it.
what's wrong with us?
or poor parenting?