Put Down the Book, or No Dessert Tonight
There’s a girl, all 42 inches of her stretched out on the family room couch, reading a comic book. There’s a dad or a mom, standing over her, failing to get her get her attention.
“Phoebe.”
No response.
“Phoebe?”
Not a muscle moves.
“Phoebe. Come on. It's time for dinner.”
Crickets.
“Phoebe! Put the book down. Time to eat!”
The comic book is slowly, reluctantl…