The phone jail is for me and my husband. Our kids are young so they don't have their own yet (though my toddler likes to stick his play phone in there sometimes.) I just got an old plastic large-sized clear container I had in a laundry room cabinet, and used electrical tape to create the stripes.
As the last of the baby boomers turn 50, the first of your cohort now share that privilege. The only bad news -- the oldest of you will soon lose the coveted distinction of being advertiser's target market!
As someone who both consumes and creates content for modern gadgetry, I've wondered: How might our family dynamics be different if we were forced, on a regular basis, into something as terrifying as a traditional conversation?