“Grandma, can I play a game on your phone?”

I’m not sure how many times Marcus uttered that sentence, Sunday. At least 100, I’m certain. Each time, I dashed his hopes with, “Grandma doesn’t have any games on her phone.”

Technically, I wanted him to burn off the sugar high after finding Easter eggs scattered across the backyard and devouring the contents.

Technically, I’m a bit territorial when it comes to my phone. It’s basically a storage drive for the 18,732 photos and 3,246 videos - the majority of them work-related - along with all my work contacts. The thought of losi...