The Crack Issue
One Saturday morning, a few weeks back, we went to the Farmer’s Market. The hubby’s parents went, too, as they were visiting for the day. This particular market is set up is on the Capital Square, so all of the market booths are around one large block surrounding the state capital building. It’s slow moving, but there’s nothing like all the home grown/home baked/home made goodies you can purchase down there.
The princess enjoys the market and was especially thrilled that her Papa and Yaya were along this time. As we stopped at a booth, I stood aside with the boys and the double stroller such that people could get by us easily. Lids was up on her Papa’s shoulders, getting the best view. As I turned back, however, I noticed that her jacket had ridden up and her pants had ridden down, leaving one heck of a plumber’s crack. Funny, yes, but maybe not something I want this giant crowd of people to see. Just as I was about to say something, I look over and notice this college age girl pointing and laughing. Yes, I agree, it’s funny and kind of cute, but what she did next did not sit well with me.
She held up her digital camera and snapped a picture of my daughter’s @ss crack.
Okay, now am I over reacting here, or does this just seem completely inappropriate? I immediately became angry and flustered, I called the girl over and asked (even though I saw it happen) if she had taken a picture of that little girl up on the man’s shoulders. She replied yes, and I then asked her if she could please delete it, as that was my daughter. She gave me a funny look and said, “yes” she would and then kept on walking.
Now it is seriously bothering me that I did not make her show me that she deleted it. I am haunted by this idea that my daughter’s butt crack is going to show up on the internet, put out there by someone other than myself–some snarky little college student that is getting a laugh at that crazy chick who told her to delete a photograph, but didn’t check that she had. Not only that, I am still seething that she thought it would be okay to photograph a child without the parents’ permission. Moreover, a child’s rear (which last I checked ranked high on the private areas list).
Once the lady walked away, I was quick to call the Princess down from her high tower, pull down her jacket and pull up her pants, but the damage had been done and that moment has been lodged in my brain ever since.
Suffice it to say, if someone else ever snaps my kids without my permission, I will be certain that I witness the deletion.
Maybe I should buy the Princess some overalls, too…
Posted: Friday, June 29th, 2007 @ 9:55 pm
Categories: Incoherant Rambling, Moments in Momdom.
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