Last Wednesday, Yitzchak and I took the kids to Be’er Sheva, to see the old train. Long story short, we were kind of disappointed. And Shlomo was *very* disappointed.
Before we went home, we stopped by the mall near the central bus station. On the second floor, it has a kiddie “gymboree” – a padded area with foam horses to sit on, a plastic backyard slide, and a plastic seesaw. It’s free.
Well, we got there, and Shlomo wasn’t happy. There were too many older kids there, and he was “scared”. (The older kids weren’t supposed to be there, by the way.)
So Yitzchak took Shlomo into a store to window shop, and I watched Tova play.
There must have been a total of ten to fifteen kids there, and five other mothers.
Only one mother didn’t have her face in a smartphone, and even she was talking for almost ten minutes on her phone, while she watched her kid.
And I ask . . . why?
You’re sitting here. You came here for your kid. (Yitzchak says, they came to get a break from their kids. I hope he’s wrong.)
Why aren’t you paying attention to him (or her)?
Watch the kid. Talk to your kid when he or she comes over. If your kid is little, help him out.
Why did everyone except me have their face in a smartphone?
That’s just sad.