“I want to have your phone, Gigi, pleeeeeeease.” Her big almond shaped brown eyes are hard to ignore. “No, you can’t have Gigi’s phone. I need my phone.” She moved on to Papa. “Papa, will you get me a phone?” The next weekend she asked again. I said, “no” again. This time she said that she would “just ask Santa Claus” because she was sure … Continue reading Generation Z