We feel alone because we don’t have our fingers in the dirt

She sits, alone, yet surrounded by her family who also sit alone. She is two years old and so is her machine.

Give your child the head start they deserve. From womb to learning in days. What more could a mother give? What greater gift could a parent bestow?


So she sits. Bright colors pop out at her and she squeals in excitement. “Doggy! Frog! Ribbit!” She giggles at the images. They are her closest friends. 


Give your child the dream they’ve been waiting for. Don’t wait another moment. And you will get so much done. All of that housework awaits! Run to yoga! Go shopping! 


Her older sister laughs at a video across from her. She makes a face, a perfect one, for the camera and snaps a shot. She scrolls. Her sister’s diaper is wet.


No one notices, not even the toddler.


Give your kids the fun they’ve been dreaming of! Don’t let them feel left out! They’ll never have a dull moment again.


The oldest sister has been crying. She lost a good friend to suicide. Sixteen long years of feeling isolated in a house full of strangers. They drove a GTR to the graveside. It was the fastest car they could afford.


Give your teenager a way to connect. Send her on her way with the newest technology in hand. They’ll eternally thank you.


She attended the funeral and watched the dirt fall onto the coffin of her oldest friend. She put her hands in the dirt and watched the grains fill her nails. How did this happen?


They videotaped the event and wished they could bring her back. The quality of the film was of the highest level. It was a smooth shot.


Buy the next model up! You don’t have to live with your grandmother’s camera any longer. The next generation is here and waiting for you!


She sat alone in the backseat of her parents’ car, while the youngest giggled at the moving images on the screen and the middle one created a story about her life.


Her face went untouched. Her shoulders were unsupported. Her face was wet with despair.


Gone are the days when you have to work to communicate! Gone are the days where you have to wonder where your family is! Keep track of them with the touch of a finger.


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