RMers with kids

[wease]

Another dad from my kids school posted a big thing about how little kids shouldn’t be wearing smart watches. For various reasons, calorie counting being one of them.

Anyway, I literally saw his kid at the park (with the nanny) yesterday … wearing an apple watch.

Of course. There’s no other way that story could end.

[Higgs]

Another dad from my kids school posted a big thing about how little kids shouldn’t be wearing smart watches. For various reasons, calorie counting being one of them.

Anyway, I literally saw his kid at the park (with the nanny) yesterday … wearing an apple watch.

Of course. There’s no other way that story could end.

Dumb parents will always win out over smart watches.

[Bammer]

The timing of the post is kind of interesting. I saw his kid at the playground on Saturday afternoon. I made a comment about the smart watch he was wearing, like I jokingly asked why he has one.

Then Sunday this post from his dad:

“Thought about a long post. Decided against it.

I don’t care if I come across judgmental.

If you are thinking about getting your child a smart watch this season, please reconsider. Following points:

1. Yet another screen our kids don’t need more
2. Distraction in class
3. Creates an unhealthy association with activity. Kids are already overly-tracked. They should be engaging in activity because it’s FUN, not because they need to get that 10,000th step. Kids naturally want to be active. Let’s continue to encourage movement because movement is intrinsically good and fun. When kids start internalizing steps and calories, they start obsessing over weight and body image. It also creates an internal mindset that working out or engaging in activity is only worth it because of my output.

Lastly, I understand that there can be benefits but I strongly believe those do not outweigh the drawbacks.

I welcome the debate. Please keep it respectful.”

[Higgs]

Sounds like a Dad fighting the remorse of being unable to say no to whatever the "tech purchase of the season" is. I've had the remorse, just skipped the hypocritical posting about it bit.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Also sounds like his kid is a calorie-counting, step-counting, weight-watching body image obsessor.

[dad]

what if we...just worried about our own kids?

[Bammer]

But the hypocritical posting is the best part !

The best part is that he doesn’t consider his long post to be a long post!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Please share quotes from the debate

Oh just a bunch of likes and “100% agree!” from people who don’t know that his kid wears one.

[wease]

Please share quotes from the debate

Oh just a bunch of likes and “100% agree!” from people who don’t know that his kid wears one.

You mean you haven’t shared that with the group?

[bart]

Yeah you need to call him out on FB

[Bammer]

Please share quotes from the debate

Oh just a bunch of likes and “100% agree!” from people who don’t know that his kid wears one.

You mean you haven’t shared that with the group?

No I’m staying out of it. He’s my assistant coach on the kids basketball team. He would also fit in very well here on RM given that he is decidedly woke.

[Bammer]

His kid probably wore it knowing he’d be with the nanny that day and dad wouldn’t see it.

[Bammer]

I mean it’s not quite Gavin Newsom closing public schools and sending his kids to open private schools, but come on man, it’s approaching that territory.

[spike]

Yeah you need to call him out on FB

[B]

Fuck, do all 11 year old girls cry this much, or do I just have a lemon?

Look to the parenting

Her brother is almost an adult and he hasn't cried as much his whole life as she has since Saturday.

[spike]

It’s almost like boys and girl are different emotionally.

[Monkey_Driven]

It's crazy to see those emotional swings and cattiness at a very young age.

[Bammer]

Also, never forget:

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