OfficeMonkey
I gave my at-the-time eight-year-old my older Ticwatch. They had no interest in the step tracking or even what time it was – they used sleep tracking as an excuse to wear the watch to bed and play games on it.
If the Syncup has some sort of parental controls, or if your child has some sort of impulse control, you might not suffer the same fate. BUT the question I’d ask is why a watch, smart or otherwise. Will the kid actually set and listen to alarms, do you want to be able to send them messages, have they benefitted from knowing what time it is? (parenting hard, I am not a professional, do what works for you and yours)
Small correction, only discovered when I moved across the country: there are two factories producing Girl Scout Cookies – and the recipes have overlap, but each production company has a few unique ones. So sometimes I have to order from my niece rather than my neighbor.
Some of them are the same everywhere, though.
Hate the idea of the former in a private setting, would like in a business setting. Absolutely adore the idea of directions (drove a car with a “heads up” display but it only integrated with the dreadful in-car navigation system and yet it was still awesome)… But player stats dangling over people’s heads? That maybe my kid without AR glasses wouldn’t be able to see and I could be the cool parent again? Awesome.
Ed Shearing
Nepotism. There’s some story I heard about how he coach surfed in California until he got a contract, and I figured he must have SOME talent, then found out he was staying on Jamie Foxx’s couch, so clearly some he knew someone…
Except unfortunately my 30 second Wikipedia fact check shows he didn’t. He met Foxx because he was invited to be a guess on Foxx’s show and must have made a good impression. He did make seemingly the hardway; he started out as a working musician working with other musicians and worked his way up. Didn’t hurt that he got a positive review from Elton John early on, but the guy apparently has something.
Damn. I thought I figured it out…
Many years ago, long before the advent of cellular phones or even really GPS units, when doing road trips in convoy, the local ritual was “Are we there yet?” “Twenty minutes.”
Said question, over the course of a few years, migrated from “we’re off the highway and approaching our final destination” to as we were departing… But everyone was in on the joke.
I don’t think the people waiting another two weeks are in on the joke.
I knew I was excluded and was generally okay with it… Until the kid was about four months old. Family went out to dinner. We were having a good time, baby needed changing, I grabbed him and MY diaper bag (yes, I had my own). I went to the restroom and discovered the only changing table was in the women’s room.
I knocked, said hello, and went in. The only woman (teenager? College student? Younger than me, at least) who came in while I was changing the baby was polite and even offered her help.
But this US chain restaurant didn’t even consider the possibility that someone other than a woman would change a baby. Come on.