I don't pretend to know the delicate nuances of every online
trend my five daughters are into -- I can barely log into Myspace -- but I can
get behind Snapchat. What is so difficult about making a ridiculous face and
sharing it with your bestie before it disappears in seven seconds? Even my
husband could do it, so I installed it on his phone for a little Snapchat
rendezvous.
Having so many children in the house has made for rushed
clandestine meetings in various places. My elbows have been the instigator of
death of several fishbowls sitting in unlucky spaces as I was busy getting
lucky, but Snapchat was going to change all that. No more furtive glances or
pretending that I had poked myself in the eye if one of the children caught me
winking at her father, we'd have a built-in system for establishing nookytime.
“Honey, I’ve
downloaded Snapchat onto your phone. When you get the Bat Signal, come and get
me,” I said.
