In my tech hubby’s dreams I would adore and use a smart phone. I would load apps, text, and do all manner of “smarty” things with it. He passed on his old iPhone after my last phone died and did something really genius to make it work for me on T-mobile. I have been using it for the past week or so, and will admit right now, am hooked. It is fun to be stuck somewhere when I’ve forgotten my knitting and catch up on some Angry Birds. I love passing it to the kids when they’re getting impatient with waiting and letting them zone out for a few minutes.
The hubs frequently brings his phone to bed and does some last-minute calendar checking, tweets, facebook, etc. The other night he was out of town, and I thought, what the heck, I’ll give it a try. I dutifully carried it upstairs and played online for a few minutes. When I started to get zonked I laid it on the bedside table and rolled over. That was when I realized the light – it was bright. Not sleep inducing. What the heck? I rolled it over so I couldn’t see it. It was still shining. Stupid phone! Stop it!
And then I remembered the magic button on the top that turns the screen off.
My kids are much better with smart phones than I. Proof?