I am well aware of the fact that there will come a day when my now six year-old will no longer play with me, and my innocent request for fun will be greeted with a deep sigh, roll of the eyes and the dreaded “Maaahm.” But until then he is mine to do as I please, or until I get in trouble.
Recently I have found another way to amuse myself at the expense of my child (yes, I mean play) … and it’s awesome! This may not be new to you, but it is to us, and it’s called Dubsmash. If you’ve never wasted countless hours of your busy day on this app, you are certainly missing out.
It’s basically a video app where you record yourself during a short audio clip (only a few seconds) and there are hundreds of audio clips to choose from. Now, any responsible parent would go through the clips in advance and edit out the more obscene options before including your child in this activity, and believe me, there are a lot of questionable clips. I would imagine doing so would be similar to the way the Motion Picture Association of America rates movies, so you know which ones to watch with your underage child and which have “material not suitable for children.” Or you can just jump right in with your six year-old and start recording and listening to any and all material without any worries. The choice is all yours.
The “jump right in” option, by the way, is hilarious if you think watching your innocent little blessing mouth the words to something dirty is funny, because to them they are just words, words without meaning. After all, you haven’t really taken the time to define what “cocksucker” means until he says it in front of your husband, who doesn’t find that behavior quite as funny as you do, and you get in trouble for promoting “vulgar” behavior, not instilling a sense of humor, which is what you thought you were doing because you think humor is an important trait. Ugh! That’s just one hypothetical situation that could happen if you do not edit your audio clips in advance, again the choice is all yours.
Well anyway, this is Azul’s favorite, rated “A” (by the yes I’ve already checked it for content association) for ALL to enjoy! He loves this song, chose his own prop and stayed right on beat. (Really, it’s okay to click on, it’s not dirty, I’ve learned my lesson from the above, totally made-up scenario.)
There is an interesting phenomenon that happens in the parent/child relationship and it has held its potency over the ages. It’s the moment your mom is so mad at you, you get called by your full name! I shudder thinking about it. We all understand that as the universal sign of, “Oh no, I’m in BIG trouble and need to respond immediately.” And with head hanging low, knowing the fun is over, we do.
So, a few days ago Azul and I were out and about, and we ran into some of my friends, so we stopped to talk with them. I know I can talk a lot, and sometimes if the conversation is good I can really talk a lot.
I guess Azul was feeling a little impatient with the amount of time I was taking and all of a sudden I heard, “CARMELINA HART!!!” My six year-old was yelling at me, a stern look on his face and clenched fists at his sides.
He pulled the old mom trick on me and it worked. I knew I was in trouble. I said my good-byes and responded to him immediately, thinking, Ugh! He never lets me have any fun.