On Christmas morning, we gave our 13-year-old son an iPhone. He dug through the refrigerator-size box to find it buried, wrapped and hidden under endless paper to keep him fooled. When he saw it, he looked at me suspiciously and asked "Is this real?" He smiled wide, his genuine boyhood...

I call over the stairs for the third time this morning, "Wake up! Get up! Let's Move!" Even with ten hours of sleep my third grade girl is sluggish and weary. I climb the stairs and pull myself up over her top bunk. I bring myself close to her warm...

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Mon cher Gregory:

Joyeux Noël! Tu es maintenant le fier propriétaire d'un iPhone. Ça alors! À 13 ans, tu es déjà sage et responsable et tu mérites ce cadeaux. Mais si tu l'acceptes, il faudra suivre certaines règles....

Caro Gregory,

buon Natale! Ora sei il fiero proprietario di un iPhone. Accidenti! Sei un tredicenne buono e responsabile e ti meriti questo regalo. Ci sono però alcune regole per accettarlo. Leggi con attenzione il seguente contratto. Spero tu capisca che il mio compito è di crescerti e farti diventare...

Querido Gregory:

¡Feliz Navidad! Ya eres el orgulloso propietario de un iPhone. ¡Impresionante! Eres un chico de 13 años bueno y responsable y te mereces este regalo. Pero aceptarlo significa aceptar una serie de normas y obligaciones. Por favor, lee con detalle el siguiente contrato. Espero que comprendas que es...

Dear Gregory

Merry Christmas! You are now the proud owner of an iPhone. Hot Damn! You are a good and responsible 13-year-old boy and you deserve this gift. But with the acceptance of this present comes rules and regulations. Please read through the following contract. I hope that you understand...

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To The Boys In Our Backyard,
 
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