I knew introducing Momo to self-directed screen time would eventually end up… here. It’s kind of a rite of passage, right? What kid didn’t try to squeeze every single minute they could out of their day. I remember the thrill of sneaking a flashlight into my bedroom and reading for too many hours, or sneaking downstairs to use the home computer. It’s kind of built-in to being a kid and not yet knowing how precious sleep is.

First it was her phone, which had a time limit on everything except messaging her family members. Then we caught her with the iPad hidden under her bed a few times. Last night we caught her with ‘the little TV’, which is our old WiiU that she’s allowed to watch Netflix on. It was mysteriously in her bedroom again tonight, and summarily confiscated, again.

It’s the level of disobedience that would normally be really frustrating, but… you know, I get it. I’m right there with you, kiddo.