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May 9th, 2008 · 17 Comments
Reagan · Uncategorized

I moniter my kids’ online activities, instant messages, cell phone usage, text messages, etc. They know it’s a part of being allowed to have an email address, having a Myspace page, and a cell phone.

Today I checked out my daughter’s Yahoo Answers! profile and looked at the questions she had answered. The first two were innocuous, a question about pets and “What’s the worst Hillary Duff movie?”

The third?

“What’s the wildest thing ur parents have done?”

Uh, oh.

Reagan’s respnse:

“hahaha we were at a hotel and i was in a different room. their room had a hot tub and i walked in on…….”

One, what happened to appropriate capitalization?

Two, OMG!

Three, at least she didn’t go into details!

A boy wanting advice on turning his girl friend into his girlfriend received this response from my daughter:

“aww that’s sweet. that happened 2 me once… i just kissed him and then he decided he liked me 2 lol.”

That’s an even bigger “OMG!”

But, I think she’s fibbing.

No, really, I mean it. Reagan like boys, but she’s not a “boy crazy” kind of girl (at least not yet!) and complains about her friends that are afflicted with that malady. She’s not lacking in adult supervision, has never been to a boy/girl party, so unless she’s kissin’ boys at school (highly doubtful), I think it’s pretty improbable.

Looking at her other questions, she answered a lot about pets. Her advice? “Name your dog ‘Jack,’ it’s a cute name for a cute dog.” “You don’t have to speak German to your German Shepard,” and, to someone who was still missing her dog six years after its tragic death:

“my brother killed my pet hamster a year ago. I still miss it!!!”

Um, we’ve never owned a hamster.

I guess my daughter’s online fantasy life includes kissing boys and sibling hamstercide.

I’m not sure which is worse.



17 responses so far ↓

  • 1    Rixblix // May 9, 2008 at 7:13 pm

    That’s HILARIOUS! But you sorta glossed over the hot tub incident, KPOW… :)

  • 2    Michael Davis // May 9, 2008 at 7:28 pm

    Hey… if that’s all that is going on with her online, more power to you as a parent and more power to her for being responsible.

    Of course, you might want to change her name to “Abby” and contact the PJ Star about a job… :-)

  • 3    mortonmalaise // May 9, 2008 at 7:39 pm

    I assure you, madam, hamstercide is no laughing matter! ;)

  • 4    Ms. PH // May 9, 2008 at 8:19 pm

    If I was making up stories about my brother at that age, they would have been a lot worse than hamstercide! I once told my brother we had an older brother who had died in a car accident and that my (real) brother was just a replacement son. Boy, I got in a lot of trouble for that one.

  • 5    Jennifer // May 9, 2008 at 8:42 pm

    Oh, and I guess I should be glad that she thinks married hot tub sex is “wild.”

  • 6    Jimi // May 9, 2008 at 8:43 pm

    I would love to be a fly on the wall when Reagan finds and reads your blog. Now that will be an interesting day.

  • 7    Cory // May 9, 2008 at 9:10 pm

    Jimi,
    It’s bound to happen as soon as the kids start clicking the pull-down button on the address bar.

  • 8    Michael // May 10, 2008 at 10:46 am

    I had to quit blaspheming the school teachers when my boys found my blog. Rats!

    Don’t assume you didn’t have a hamster in the house, maybe YOU just didn’t know you had a hamster. I had a lizard in my bedroom when I was kid and I had him about a year before my mother discovered him. I left him on a leash (string around his neck safety pinned to the curtain) so he could catch bugs at the window and I forgot to put him back in his cigar box before going to school. Such a lecture I got!

  • 9    Cory // May 12, 2008 at 3:50 am

    Michael,
    Growing up in South Florida, most of the guys I knew had a “pet” lizard in their room that their parents didn’t know about. They ARE really nice for keeping the bug population down.

  • 10    Michael // May 12, 2008 at 10:50 am

    That’s probably where mine came from. I saw this ad for a chameleon on the back of a comic book and ordered him up with my hard earned paper route money. He showed up in a little box with meal worms and sawdust. I waited forever to watch him change colors but he was always green. I got rooked. But I was the only kid in the neighborhood with a real live lizard! I tried to set up a fight between him and a big praying mantis but they just stared at each other. What a bust! I had invited all my friends and they picked on me for weeks about my sissy lizard.

  • 11    jenjw4 // May 12, 2008 at 8:43 pm

    Hmm… interesting. Secret pets? I can’t imagine such a thing.

    Especially with my loud mouthed daughter, who said her life was” a living hell” when her brother ate her go-gurt. I think I’d hear about it (and the neighbor’s would, too) if he killed her pet!

    Cory, Oh, and I have super secret methods of accessing my blog at home, it never appears on the drop down menu. (Okay, if she explores my “favorites” I’ll be in trouble!)
    Jennifer

  • 12    Cory // May 12, 2008 at 9:10 pm

    …Or if the Autocomplete gets turned on in the address bar. Even URL’s that are accessed indirectly show up there.

  • 13    Jennifer // May 12, 2008 at 9:13 pm

    Cory,
    Oh, great, more to worry about! I think I’ll set up my own log-in on the computer so hopefully that will make things more secure. I really don’t want the kids to know about my blog, not yet. I think they’ll appreciate it when they are older (and I do plan on showing them, maybe when they are in college?) but not yet.
    Jennifer

  • 14    mortonmalaise // May 13, 2008 at 2:56 am

    Just trying to help.

  • 15    postsimian // May 13, 2008 at 1:56 pm

    Just be glad SHE doesn’t have a secret blog.

  • 16    mortonmalaise // May 15, 2008 at 7:41 pm

    Postsimian,
    Who’s to say she doesn’t?

  • 17    Jennifer // May 15, 2008 at 7:44 pm

    OH, you guys are funny… giving me even more to worry about!

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