I think I have mentioned before, Emma has a Facebook/Farkle addiction.
She constantly asks for a Facebook Account. Um, no? How 'bout NO!
This is a constant conversation that we have.
So, yesterday, I was cleaning out the fridge, which is a miracle in itself, and Emma was in the next room playing Farkle. Now, keep in mind that she is 5 and is in Kindergarten. She has learned how to play Farkle Pro. The Pro game is where you play against someone random on Facebook.
It could be anyone.
Out to the side of the actual game is a comment bar, where you can chat to your competitor.
If you are playing Farkle, who has time to comment, right? WRONG.
So, as I was saying, I was cleaning, she was playing, Tripp was sleeping. I heard her say " MOM, the person I am playing said a bad word to me." So, I go to the next room to see what is going on, and she says, "I told them I was five, and they said a bad word." The first thing in my mind is child molestation. Now, Emma can read, and she can type (to some extent). This is what the comment section looked like.
Other Player: you are good.
Emma: I am 5
Other Player: CRAP
Other Player: You are good for a 5 year old
I immediately turned the game off and did not let her finish. It was a man. Technically, he did nothing wrong, except said CRAP to a five year old. This conversation could have went any direction at this point.
I was sick. I then received the BAD MOMMY OF THE YEAR Award.
It never occurred to me that my daughter would talk on the comment section, she would tell them she was five, or that she would be playing farkle with a big hairy fat old man who could possibly be a child molester.
I cringe.
Anyways, My lesson is learned. I just got busy, and even though I was in the next room, and had only been for a couple of minutes, I need to find something else to occupy Emma besides the Internet. I let my guard down. I want to disconnect.
She constantly asks for a Facebook Account. Um, no? How 'bout NO!
This is a constant conversation that we have.
So, yesterday, I was cleaning out the fridge, which is a miracle in itself, and Emma was in the next room playing Farkle. Now, keep in mind that she is 5 and is in Kindergarten. She has learned how to play Farkle Pro. The Pro game is where you play against someone random on Facebook.
It could be anyone.
Out to the side of the actual game is a comment bar, where you can chat to your competitor.
If you are playing Farkle, who has time to comment, right? WRONG.
So, as I was saying, I was cleaning, she was playing, Tripp was sleeping. I heard her say " MOM, the person I am playing said a bad word to me." So, I go to the next room to see what is going on, and she says, "I told them I was five, and they said a bad word." The first thing in my mind is child molestation. Now, Emma can read, and she can type (to some extent). This is what the comment section looked like.
Other Player: you are good.
Emma: I am 5
Other Player: CRAP
Other Player: You are good for a 5 year old
I immediately turned the game off and did not let her finish. It was a man. Technically, he did nothing wrong, except said CRAP to a five year old. This conversation could have went any direction at this point.
I was sick. I then received the BAD MOMMY OF THE YEAR Award.
It never occurred to me that my daughter would talk on the comment section, she would tell them she was five, or that she would be playing farkle with a big hairy fat old man who could possibly be a child molester.
I cringe.
Anyways, My lesson is learned. I just got busy, and even though I was in the next room, and had only been for a couple of minutes, I need to find something else to occupy Emma besides the Internet. I let my guard down. I want to disconnect.
I've been there! Riley likes to play Monopoly at Pogo.com..same thing there with the chatting. I put a stop to it. And no way is he getting a Facebook account anytime soon...though I know some who let their children have one at his age.
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