My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
Sometimes alone.
Sometimes with Leah.
Sometimes when Noah visits.
Phones stay wherever people want them.
Counter.
Pocket.
Other room.
Nobody cares.
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