As I've written about previously, C has an Ipod. One of the apps for toddlers that we purchased is named, "Princess Fairy Tale Maker". It's a pretty clever app that allows them to color pictures and to make their own fairy tales. The way this is done is by moving certain animations around and recording your own voice. Pretty neat, huh? That is until your toddler records you saying some pretty scandalous things. Then it's not so neat after all.
The first time this happened, Daddy Crazycakes and I thought it somewhat amusing. All three of us were sitting on the couch, with her on her Ipod. She had done something cute-ish, of which I replied, " C, you're such a rotten baby." Unbeknownst to us, she had recorded me saying this. She recorded, stopped and then proceeded to play me saying over and over, "C, you're such a rotten baby." We certainly yucked it up on that one. Thank God a social worker hadn't heard that.. har har har. It was cute and we laughed. The next time I was not laughing so much.
Not too long after C was again sitting next to me playing the same app. As I sat there.. being a PERFECT MOM, I whipped my head around and stared at what came out of the Ipod fairy tale app. Did I just hear my voice saying the word "shit"? Furthermore, did I always sound that pissed off? What the hell were Daddy Crazycakes and I talking about? Politics? I sounded very.. aggressive. Of course, I wanted to wrestle the Ipod out of her hands immediately and delete the offending recording, but C wasn't having it. FINE. I'll get it when you go to bed, Baby Geekenstein.
Later on I went through every "fairy tale" and deleted everything that didn't sound like a wish coming true. There were many. Like 40 or 50. Many of them I sounded like I was discussing something passionately, like maybe a murder for hire scheme or a mob hit. Do I always sound so angry? I have no idea, but I deleted them and to make up for being such a boisterous mom I made a few fairy tales for her, sans profanity and angry voices.
Now, Daddy Crazycakes, an English teacher no less, tells me that words only have the power you give them. I wonder what kind of power he thinks they would have if we were out eating at a restaurant and C spewed out a list of profanities like she needs an exorcism? I guess a valuable less was learned. Try to watch your language, or in my case, make sure you have that deleting finger ready.