Tonight I did my routine device check. The little one was upgraded with her very own iCloud account. That means, I need to make sure she is messaging responsibly. She has the tendency to be impulsive, so I have to make sure she isn’t blowing up anyone’s text messages or FaceTime. Not even two minutes into my search and smoke is coming out of every facial crevice I have. The hubby has THE LOOK! You know, the look where you can tell he’s trying to revisit his week to make sure my reaction wasn’t a response to anything he did. I couldn’t talk, I just showed him the iPad. He put his head down. He knew what I knew…someone was about to need a new address!
Because I know you’re dying to know what I saw, it was a picture of my child’s ass (drawz on), but ass nonetheless! First order of business, who owns these numbers. I figured they weren’t random, but because her device was newly setup there were no names, just numbers. When I came to my senses, I noticed the first number was Nana. Shfew! Wait…she knew and didn’t tell me??? #Noted It took some comparing with her sister’s iPad and I noticed the only other victim of #AssGate was our old neighbor’s child. #Mortified
I was ready to get my child out of bed and have a talk with her about the inappropriateness of said texts. Her tail wasn’t sleep anyway, why not? Well, her FATHER (when he is the momentary opposition, yes, he gets reassigned to father) urged me to cool off first and discuss in the morning. Did he not realize the magnitude of the situation??? #Men He and I had a discussion about how my knee-jerk reaction may sit with a child who is impulsive by nature, but also new to the messaging game. FINE! I went one further, I told him he can lead this conversation and I will follow so that I don’t let my pissed-off-ness shine through. I know myself, this heat ain’t going away with sleep! Him, of ALL people, should know that!
Until tomorrow…
