A ten-year-old asks for the tablet. One parent says no, again, and feels the dread of a childhood dissolving into a glowing rectangle. The other parent hands it over and thinks the first one is fighting the tide with a broom.
That's the fight, and it runs in the same house. One camp says screens are rewiring a generation: shrinking attention, wrecking sleep, spiking anxiety, all of it engineered on purpose by people who get paid when your kid can't look away. The other camp says this is the panic that greets every new medium, that "screen time" is how kids now read, build, socialize, and learn, and that banning it just raises a child who's fluent in nothing and sneaks it anyway. One hears: you're poisoning them. The other hears: you're crippling them.