Tuesday, November 25, 2008

cute posts will only get you so far...*


Yesterday when I came downstairs in the morning, I found Samuel on the couch with my iPhone and when I looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing, I saw that he'd gotten past my password ("I watched when you punched it in, Mom. Wasn't that sneaky?") and was reading my blog.

This scenario presented me with two situations that needed attention:

One. The fact that my eight year old son watched me punch in my password on a phone, figured it out, and then I didn't even notice is a little scary. Last night I had nightmares of his future as a hacker. This morning we talked about why it isn't okay to sneak up on people in order to obtain confidential information. I then changed my password in order to know where my phone is at all times. (Afterall, this is my third phone in three years...)

Two. My eight year old son knows how to type in the URL to this blog and regularly tunes in to read about his life and mine.

"You write about me a lot," he said when he looked up.

"Yeah, I do. How do you feel about that?"


"The funny things are funny, but I don't like when you write about things you think are cute," he said. "It's not nice."

"I get that," I told him. "From now on, I'll run it by you first, okay?"


He looked doubtful. "Okay, he said. But if I don't like it, you can't post it."

"Deal."


So there you have it. My kid is apparently too big to be written about in a cute way, even though he's still incredibly cute and funny and I'm ridiculously crazy about him.

What a crazy thing it is to have a kid who is old enough to desire privacy...

*This message has been approved by Samuel.

3 comments:

zeghsy said...

oh dear. monkey doesn't seem interested in my blog, yet... and we don't know where her phone is currently.

Becky said...

Ben is super into my blog but I don't run things by him. When he's older I figure he'll read this stuff and not talk to me for weeks. I'm ready for it.

Jason Sacks said...

Leah's 9 now and is doing much the same. She looked over my shoulder to see what my iPhone password is, but she took the time to confirm it with me. She's also firmly declared that she is no longer cute and no longer likes Disney princesses. It's kind of sad since she's our youngest.