Hasses aren't only avocados.

That said, Pater does long for the day when Blackberry and Apple were only ingredients in his favourite fruit juice (seriously, it was amazing).  A simpler time, when swiping a piece of glass with your hand only made it cleaner. Maybe it was a lifetime of Enid Blyton books (The Faraway Tree was the best!), but there's a lot to be said for playing simple games of hide and seek, dolls house & building blocks, riding bicycles actually not virtually, going down a slide on your tummy, getting your hands dirty with paint and glue, and just hanging out with family.  Pater knows your current interests in these unembellished, wholesome pursuits is only fleeting (witness Pater's inability to interrupt your older Cousins Toronto and Tel Aviv when they're on their phones), but for now he is enjoying your non-technical innocence once the iPad and television are switched off. 

But, like most things in life, please don't take your rejection too far, Avocado Juniors.  The last thing Pater wants is an anarcho-primitive rejection of the progress of civilisation.  Remember, there is a fine balance between not spending your whole time in front of a screen and reverting to a corn-husking, tractor-driving, hay-baling, pony-riding life of subsistence farming.  Especially when Grandmas London and Toronto are involved.