My seven year old son was at hockey practice--ice skating lessons, really, but he insists that we call it "hockey practice"--earlier this week. I was there with my daughter, who is a peanut at just four years old. She asked to see my phone. Curious, I handed it to her.
She proceeded to activate the screen.
"What's the password?" she asked.
I told her my PIN. She touched the numbers, and I hit "OK" for her.
"Where's Angry Birds?"