When your kids are still reasonable young and naive you can’t recommending enough to not trusting anyone online; then when they are older and finally well aware of the possible weirdos hiding behind an alter ego, there is an other danger you can’t stop stressing them about: Sexting, Revenge Porn, Intimate pics and anything you might regret to have done and posted/sent.
Unfortunately, following your own advices is not always easy, and so, at the odd times, when your offspring ask you how you get to know that new friend of yours, you have to admit it: “Oh, through IG,” or “through the blog. ” Trying to use any suitable world to hide the fact that it was actually Online!
Of course, they are not fools, and you feel the shame descending upon you, beside the dread of being the worst example ever but, hey, in your case it’s different. Armless actually, considering your entire online audience is about books, cooking, home decor, writing, everyday life and dogs. That’s your excuse and they easily let you off the hook because anyway, you are the most boring person in the world to their eye. Anything with your online presence is “mumsy” and let’s face it, to them, slightly embarrassing. The thing that, at the end of the day, saves your a.s when you derail from your own golden rules, till that fatal day when you realise why they call Karma a bitch!
The bomb was dropped at the dinner table on our first night of holidays all together and our daughters confronted us with something they found going through old photos.
At first, neither I nor the travelling husband could understand what they were talking about but then, there it was right in front of our faces: a strip of old negatives of the two of us on holiday and in the end the travelling husband in his full birth suit.
Obviously, at that point we couldn’t deny the evidence and there were really few excuses to justify our shameful behaviour, that we still can’t remember ever happened.
We tried to be embarrassed for the sake of our own shocked and disgusted daughters but unfortunately, all that came out of our mouths was laughter. Loud and fat laughter especially considering that no matter how hard we tried to remember we can’t recall the circumstances leading to that disgraceful behaviour, our kids’ words, not mine. But that is reassuring because it should mean they do absorb the importance of not doing certain things😝. Good job mum!
It was probably a mistake shot, even if it looks like the travelling husband is posing though. Anyway, I think it was never even ever printed because none of the other photos on the negative are in the box either. Pew!!! If it was not undeniably us on that negative, I would have sincerely believed it was someone else’s pictures.
It was not easy to talk ourselves out of this, I won’t deny it, especially because we have no clue how that shot got there. For days we have been the target of mean “flashing” jokes and blackmail by the hand of our own evil flesh and blood till we threatened them to recreate the shot and this time in total awareness.
Karma might be a bitch but Evil never falls far from the tree !😎🤣
Have a great week and remember to be camera safe 😝
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