My daughters love getting on the internet and playing games and watching X-Men and Justice League videos. I closely monitor them and sit nearby.
On Saturday we all went out into the snow. The children played while I shoveled out the cars. And when we came in the girls asked to get on the internet. I sat down to read a little and told the girls that if they were changing the web page they were on they had to tell me. They agreed.
I was only seven feet away. What could go wrong?
Well. The girls have been playing a lot of dress up lately. Don’t know why. These things come in waves. But they’ve been traipsing about like ballerinas and speaking in falsetto voices. Again, I don’t know why. It’s just one of those things I’ve learned to accept as a father of four girls.
At some point the girls asked, “Can we type in dress up games to figure out what to play upstairs?”
Uh, sure.
So I hear the eight year old typing and the seven year old is reading what she wrote over her shoulder. “Dress…Up…Games…in…the…Bedroom.”
Now I wish I could say it registered in my head right away but it didn’t. 3…2…1…”Waaaaaaiiiiiiiittttttttttttt!!!!!!!! Don’t press enter!!!!!!!!!”
The kids whipped around in their seats staring at me wide eyed. She hadn’t pressed enter. I suggested some games to them and they tra-la-la’d away singing in falsetto voices. I shut the computer down.
Whew. Lesson learned.
