Repeating ad nauseam "The Internet is NOT PRIVATE, dammit."
Spending an unreasonable portion of 2012 watching Call Me Maybe videos -- time that, admittedly, could have been more gainfully employed cooking healthy meals and cleaning the house. Sorry, kids, great art can't wait.
Telling them that the world is a safe, happy place. I lied. In my defense, it was easy to get away with that sort of thing back then, with no real Internet available. All I had to do was keep the TV off.
|But they seemed so harmless...|
Indoctrinating them, musically speaking, with Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers and Billy Joel. That is pretty much all they know of popular music ("Call Me Maybe" excepted); and I am well aware that, when they get to college, they will appear to be complete freaks. 'Tis a small price to pay, however, for my being able to live without Justin Bieber...
So tell me, readers, how have you ruined your children's lives? Spill it.
[Groundhog Day image: Wikipedia]
[Baby carrots image: Free Republic]