A few months ago, I dropped my iPhone and cracked the screen. After replacing it, I put a screen guard on the old one and gave it to my son, Cash, who's five. Within days, he had mastered almost
everything but the volume button. Occasionally, long after he was
supposed to be asleep, I'd hear 30-second blasts of Rob Thomas, Justin Bieber, or
Lady Gaga coming from his bedroom--he'd figured out how to go to the
iTunes store and was playing samples of top hits. If he knew my iTunes password...
Published on April 02, 2010 16:52