I can swoon over the iPad just as much as the next person. It is beautiful and perfect and holds the answers to all of life’s most important questions. I get it. But when Rowan is 16, and I am old as all hell, I know I will pick up his worn-out, beaten-up, tattered copy of Brown Bear, Brown Bear, and remember these days like they were yesterday.
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