It's beginning to look a lot like disappointment

Over the past few weeks, my kids have been making their Christmas wish lists. They want Legos and light sabers and spinning Japanese battle tops. Most importantly, each and every one of them wants an IPod Touch. After the lists were sent off to the North Pole, the youngest even left an extra note for Santa under the tree. “Dear Santa,” it said, “please, please, please leave me an Ipod Touch.” It was decorated with hearts. Part of me (the pathetic, weak part) wants the boys to find exactly what they want under that tree because Christmas is this magical, wonderful time when reality is flexible, when the rules of logic give way, when anything, anything at all is possible. Part of me wants to give them that.

The other part of me has no intention of letting 3 little boys throw their lives away on little electronic screens filled with Angry Birds. I mean, seriously, we’re not talking about a 15 year old with an extensive music collection. We’re talking about a 7 year old who thinks it would be cool to have access to You-Tube in bed.  

Consider the following:

1)      As a rule, the boys are not allowed to watch television during the week.

2)      They have a ticket system for video game time.

3)       In reality, neither of the above rules has mattered for months because they’ve been grounded from all electronics since late July. (In truth, I didn’t mean to say “grounded until Christmas!” but the words came out of my mouth and then I had to stick with it.)

How likely does it really seem that these kids will get a portable, all-access pass to all things app-related?