What Will They Ask For Next?

The children asked me if they could have an email account last week. I thought about it and was going to say no because hello? They are 7 and almost 5. Then I thought some more and realized it wasn't a bad idea. The boy can practice his spelling and typing when writing to Oma and Papa and whomever else he deems worthy of a personal email. The girl can keep learning how to spell and improve her typing too. I even made one for the baby. Those should be interesting emails yes?

Today the 4 going on 14 girl asked when she was going to have her own blog. Yikes. So yes, I have sucker written on my forehead and all went up and made her a page. It's just a super basic one with rambling thoughts of a four year old. Lots of love and pink are involved, contain your shock.

Next thing you know, they're going to want a Facebook account. For as much as they've watched me farm on there (shush, it's relaxing and fun!) I'm surprised they haven't already asked. I have the emails and her blog set to private so no weirdos and freaks (besides family. HA!) find her.

I'm a little scared for what will be out there by the time the baby gets to school age. What's going to be the 'it' thing for the kids? Yikes again. What do you guys think? Yes to the blog? What about their own emails? I have the mail forwarded to my email so whatever they get, I get it too. I think I'll draw the line at Facebook. Gah! This parenting stuff is hard yo!

Comments

Maggie May said…

i agree..i won't let my 15 year old do Myspace.

10:16 PM

Anonymous said…

Not bad article, but I really miss that you didn't express your opinion, but ok you just have different approach

5:05 AM

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