Smucky.

Read your own post back. You "not sure how she even got her own phone," and then you tell us how. You gave it to her. You set it up. You put chess on it. You put the robot on it so she'd quit botherin y'all. That ain't a mystery, that's a confession with a WiFi password.
Then she beat your ass at chess so many times you quit. A child. Checkmated her own father till he retired. Of course she scrollin, Smucky. She ran out of opponents.
You outsourced your job to fourteen robots and your daughter to one. You put that app on there so she wouldn't bother y'all. Well, she don't bother y'all. It worked. That's what it look like when it work. Corner of the couch, by herself, scroll scroll scroll.
And don't act brand new. I read your log in the stardate thread. 9:56 PM, "screwed around on facebook." Y'all remember that commercial from the 80s? Daddy find the stash in the boy's closet. "WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THIS STUFF?" "YOU, alright! I learned it by watchin YOU!" Parents who screw around on facebook have children who scroll Shorts.
Now on the east side, a kid that sit quiet in the corner and don't bother nobody, we call that a miracle. My grandmother would've put her picture on the wall between Jesus and Dr. King. But I hear you. Sad lookin is sad lookin.
So tonight you don't say one word about the phone. You get the chess board out, set it up on the coffee table where she can see it, and sit there like a fool. She'll put that phone down so fast. Kids don't want to scroll, Smucky. They want to beat their daddy at somethin. You took that away from her cause your feelings got hurt.
Lose to her. Lose to her every night. Lose so bad she gotta ask the robot for "help" with you.