A Day in the Life
"Share" and "iPad" are two words that don't mix at our place.
I don't know what it's like at your house, but at mine, it goes a little something like this:
I get home from a long, hard day at work, weary to the bone. I cook dinner. I eat dinner. I do the dishes. Finally, I sit down on the couch with a cup of chamomile and my trusty 3rd generation Apple iPad. I marvel at the improved Retina display with 4 times more pixels and 44% greater color saturation than the iPad 2. I'm just about to use the new dictation service to speak my to-do list for tomorrow when I feel a tiny tug on my pajama pants.
"Ma ma ma ma ma," comes the little voice from behind the 9.7" LED screen.
"No no," I say. "Momma's checking her email with one of the many built-in apps that came with her iPad."
"Ma ma ma ma ma," it persists. I sigh and give in.
"You want to watch Elmo on YouTube?"
It nods, squeals happily and crawls into my lap.
For the next half hour, the happy-go-lucky tunes drone over and over through the Dolby Digital 5.1 surround sound. I look forward to waking up the next morning with one particularly obnoxious song stuck in my head.
"Okay. All done," I say.
Now, what happens next is nothing short of an abominable union of hell meeting holy living terror right here on Earth, whereas my previously smiling and giggling toddler is instantaneously transformed into the spawn of Satan himself. It screams. It spits. It bites. It kicks. And I swear I can make out the words "MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSS" through the hissing.
And that, my friends, is precisely why you should buy two.