Once the roar from my little iPhone speaker echoes throughout the house the children descend. I don’t call for them, because there is no need to fill them in on what I’m doing or where I’m at. They know and they will find me. The first to sprint into the room is my oldest son who jumps in tight for the best view. My daughter follows on his heels to grab the second best seat in the house. My little son follows a moment later, clutching the toys he didn’t think of releasing before running. He jumps on the dog pile and usually accepts the least favorable view in the house. And there, laid out on the bed, all four of us focus on the small video screen, and watch a successive stream of YouTube clips featuring the boisterous tricks of monster trucks.