I have a rule about gifts that I tell my family: nothing plastic and nothing that makes noise. They always ignore my rule. On Christmas, my kids squealed as they opened up matching pink and blue plastic walkie talkies. Oh joy. These things were cheap. LCD screens that reminded me of my first digital camera back in 2007.
The kids, of course, loved them. The little picture-in-picture display, the press-to-talk button. Eureka, who’s four and half, figured that out quickly. Echo, who is two and change, is still struggling with the concept. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Eureka likes to talk. Echo likes to listen and absorb. Most often she’s announcing from across the house, “Hello, it’s Eureka!” What could be more important to communicate than the fact of her existence? Echo giggles at the face and voice of his sister, transiting across the impossible distance of the living room, to appear in his hand.
That’s how it normally went, but I recently found them fighting. Eureka was talking into…
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