The big girl toy

I've been wanting one for months, asking for one for our anniversary last fall and for Christmas, and at last I got one. An iPhone.

Or as someone else calls it, "MyPhone."

And she doesn't readily let go.

Having been exposed to the iPhones of various babysitters and teachers at her daycare, my kids know all about the fun games and features available on this little device. I've already added a few child-friendly "apps", including one that features Diego and teaches colors. Too bad there isn't an app that can teach Miss Sydney the lesson she seems to need most right now: how to share.

Instead, Sydney is having to accept that sometimes the iPhone needs to go away for awhile until she can remember to take turns with her brother. We'll just call that the Mommy app.

Admittedly, there are benefits to letting her play with it. She's figured out faster than I have how to make the phone do certain things, such as shuffling the order of the icons on the main screen. Ummm, honey? Can you show Mommy how you did that?