When the kids were born I secured online aliases for them that, in my mind, we clever enough to be fun but not so fun as to be an embarrassment when they got older. There’s a3womack for Arwen and dangerwomack for Rowan. I secured them on Twitter, Google and Instagram. So that’s the background, fast forward to last night. Arwen and I are browsing our respective Instagram feeds…
Papa, I love your video of Instagram, I’m going to love it.
Not much you can say to that
Papa, I just put a video on Instagram, do you love it?
I try to make it a point to be honest her. So when she posts really weird crap, I tell her it’s really weird. But she looked at me like it mattered so I went ahead and “Liked” or “Loved” or whatever it is, her video.
Later on I went back to actually watch the video and saw what she was trying to do and it was kinda sweet.
But in the end all this is doing is starting the cycle of reciprocating “Likes” and that’s never a good thing.