Facebook Distractions

Facebook games are my guilty pleasure. I just love Bejeweled Blitz and Zuma. I also really like to play Angry Birds on my phone. Each game lasts about 60 seconds. What could be the harm in that?

I'd just gotten the big kids off to school and my youngest and I were starting our day in fine fashion. Hot coffee for me, a sippy cup for her and a quiet house for both of us. My toddler was under the table drinking her juice and happily peeling crayons—her favorite pastime. So I played one little game of Bejeweled Blitz. She was shredding and cooing in a sunbeam like an angel. So I played another game. And then she was gone.

Aw shizzle.

"Honey? Honey ... where are you?"

An adorable little voice trilled back to me: "Mashing!"

Whuck?

I found her in the middle of the kitchen floor with an 18-pack of eggs. 17 of them had been smashed in between her fat little hands and then tossed around the room. The 18th was in her little claws. As I screamed: "NOOOOOOO! Baby — stooooopp iiiittttt!" in slow motion, I watched her smash the egg and then try to grab the yolk in mid-air to shove it in her mouth like a squishy yellow weasel treat.

Seriously, it's just "one more game." What could possibly be the harm?