All desired. All denied. Repeatedly.
On a regular basis, I'm vociferously reminded the injustices of our parentally determined deprivations. Rebuttals prefaced with "Everybody else..." are uttered ad nauseum.
A myriad of reasons can be provided as to why we've decided the particular items above are not going to be granted to our twosome at this point. (They're eleven, and Facebook, if no one else, agrees.)
However, Hotmail email addresses seem a viable and useful option. Not gmail addresses. Google, not unlike Facebook, prefers eleven-year-olds abstain. Hotmail does require parental permission, but at the time of this writing, no age limit dictation.
In days of yore, preceding the web's invention, if a scrawled note found its way to the wrong hands, embarrassment galore might ensue. The whole class might discover the deepest secrets conveyed therein. Now, if a hastily composed email finds its way to the wrong inbox, the whole world might discover the deepest secrets conveyed therein. Embarrassment is an understatement.
We're allowing our twosome to have email accounts, with the contractual agreement below:
-Ensure all my composed emails are kind in nature, never using inappropriate language or detrimental sentiments regarding any people or their possessions.