Just don't hand them the passcode.
Three minutes later? Cha-ching.
The father didn’t flinch. But I did. Not because of the money—in our circle, $130 is a dry cleaning bill. But because of the precedent . Daddy- can I play with your Dick - Secret Elle...
You wouldn’t hand your Amex Black to a toddler to swipe at Barney’s. Why hand them the digital equivalent? Entertainment is no longer passive. Streaming services, Robux, and Patreon subscriptions are the new piggy banks. My rule? If it requires a password, it requires a meeting. Before they play, they pitch. What game? Why? For how long? (Yes, even the four-year-old. Her presentations on unicorn grooming are surprisingly concise.) Just don't hand them the passcode
But let’s be honest. They aren’t asking to play Temple Run anymore. They are asking for the keys to the kingdom. The father didn’t flinch