I eat dinner without the phone on the table and I think I am some kind of hero, some kind of do-gooder, some kind of excellent human, some kind of health nut, some kind of evolved person, some kind of role model parent. Nevermind the remaining 23.75 hours in the day. Nevermind that the phone is three feet away on the kitchen counter. Nevermind that when it dings, my heart stops and I must do everything in my power not to go to it, to see if it needs checking. To see if some story or news release will fix my life.