I’m just old enough that me and my brother and sister had one solitary Game Boy for our family’s long road trips through the endless expanses of California’s ag land fields. Without it, I think we would have murdered each other.
I don’t remember when the little Nintendo worked its way into our family dynamic, but I shudder to think of how long we could have lasted with the alphabet game, our box set of The Hobbit on tape, and continually munching cheesy popcorn closed and re-closed with those big plastic clips.
How do you, you parents, keep your kids from going insane in the stifling confines of an automobile?
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