I'm guessing that most of my readers are younger than I am, and so they may not understand the fact that I have not sold my soul to the Apple corporation. Of course my kids are younger than I am, and combining this with the fact that kids rarely understand their parents anyway, there were significant levels of consternation in the household when I didn't just invite Apple to come in, take my credit card, and sink their tentacles deep into my brain in exchange for their nifty new gadget. I did, however, invite them to do that to my children.
We don't have a practice of lavishing expensive gifts on our children. And true to form, I announced that I would spend no more than $50 per phone for this new contract. Not surprising, all three of my sons figured out a way to round up the necessary extra cash by doing some work for grandma and foregoing birthday presents. In the end, they ended up with two iPhone 5's and a 4s (the one who got the 4s showed the more prudent approach in my humble opinion).
I, on the other hand, have sold my electronic soul to Google (which somehow seems much less like selling out to our culture), and opted for the Samsung Galaxy 3. I'm still learning all the bells and whistles (in some cases, literally so), and perhaps I'll keep you updated how that goes. The point of this story, though, is that last night I was sitting at school with son #1 (proud owner of the iPhone 5), and discussing his bank balance. He said he'd look it up on his phone, but after a few minutes of frustration he decided that it wasn't going to work. I pulled out the GS3, and in a matter of seconds had the webpage up and passed the phone to him to have a look. I wish I had a picture of that.
Since everything is a competition, I'd say the score is currently 1-0 in favor of the GS3.