Not long ago my 2-year-old updated my Facebook status (true story). As he does most days, he grabbed my Blackberry (I know, I know. I gotta get an iPhone.) and started jamming on the keys. Why does he do this? Is it because he sees his father or me constantly clicking away at some small-screened device daily? Nah, that can’t be it. Anyhow, I don’t password protect my device so if he gets a hold of it and starts clicking around well, he can sometimes get things to happen (so sorry if you thought that was a crank phone call last week). And on this particular day the digital gods aligned such that he clicked around and managed to post a status update to my Facebook account.
And what did he post for mommy? It went as follows:
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And if it’s not enough that my toddler has just demonstrated to my entire social network my lax parenting skills, the truly galling thing is that his post got as many – if not more – comments than I normally get when I update my status. But it was one of these comments from a friend that made me realize that this was actually a coded message from my son to me.
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DearMommyYou’llspendthismuchbeforewe’redone
Life in the Crib 