Teaching the Media Child in the Digital Swarm.

Kay Hymowitz's eulogy of childhood triggers my primordial father gene. I want to grab my three kids, bundle them into the minivan, and set out for some remote, unwired Alaskan valley. I know firsthand what Hymowitz describes. I've been to birthday parties where the seven-year-old birthday girl has unwrapped a box and pulled out a sheer nightdress that would make Victoria blush. I've seen my own children mesmerized by Pokemon and hypnotized by almost any Disney film that flits across the television.

But while my viscera may urge me to pack the minivan, the reality of our lives ...