Yes - we are those parents.

I'm thinking...radio DJ? Just pretend the corn dog is a microphone. Go with me, here.
I'm pretty sure there's a La-Z-Boy or a sectional sofa in his future. Notice the belly. Classic.

The silence and then subsequent adult conversation Andy and I had because of these tiny little electronic devices was so, so sweet. In addition, no one looked at us like we were raising chimpanzees instead of children and I actually got to eat without having to clean up any of the following: a pile of salt, a ketchup finger-painting, abstract art consisting of cardboard coasters and sugar packets.