Jon splurged and bought me an iPad last Christmas. It was totally sweet of him, and over the past six months, I’ve discovered that I enjoy two specific things about my iPad – I watch stuff streamed via Netflix, and I read books on it via my Kindle and Nook iPad apps (right now I’m reading “The 19th Wife”) I absolutely love both of these iPad functions, and would love owning it for those reasons alone.
But to be honest, I don’t do much of anything else with it. I thought I would, but I just don’t.
The person in our house who looooooves the iPad the most – with a passion, actually – is three year old C. It’s just about her favorite thing. She likes playing preschool games, watching Netflix videos, and drawing with Doodle Buddy. I also recently discovered that her big brother E and she have been playing a lot of “Angry Birds” together.
C, with the much loved iPad
The other day, C was “reading” Winnie the Pooh on the iPad, and I mentioned to her that when I was her age, I loved Winnie the Pooh too, but that I had to read the story in an actual book because we didn’t have iPads when I was a little girl.
Her quizzical response: “Was that back when Santa had all the iPads in a cabinet at the North Pole but he wouldn’t give them to anyone yet?”