Okay, I'm ready to admit it. I need one.
Yesterday, Baby Puppy and I were trying to enjoy a quiet afternoon at home. I was reading a book, she was playing an online video game, and all was good. Then, the phone rang. Not wanting our peaceful interlude interrupted, I let it go to the machine . . . and heard this:
"They're home, Dad, but they're not picking up . . . it's just going to voice mail . . . but I know they're home . . . I can see Baby Puppy . . . that's her account . . ."
They can see us online . . . they know when we're home . . .