There’s a decent chance you’ve already seen this video, since it’s racked up a quarter-million views in the past four days. But I’m calling fraud on it. Watch it and see what you think:
Look, as the mom of two toddler boys, I’ve walked in on my share of messes. And it’s because I’ve walked in on my share of messes that I can spot these red flags in this video.
- In real-toddler-world, all five pounds of flour would be in a big pile in the middle of the kitchen. Once a toddler discovers something that can be spilled, the world stands still until every last drop has been dumped on the floor. I’ve watched my one-year-old sit at the kitchen table and shake juice out of a leak-proof sippy cup for upwards of ten minutes. I’ve found him in a mountain of wipes, but I’ve never found a trail of wipes throughout the house. Toddlers tend to keep their messes confined to their current location, a.k.a. the location where mom currently isn’t.
- I don’t see two kids running with a bag of flour, period. A toddler with a five-pound bag of flour is like me with a 20-pound bag — not gonna happen unless you’re talking about this kid. There’s flour on the couch — that’s over their heads. Could you hold a 20-pound bag of flour in one hand and casually toss flour over your head with another? On that note…
- What’s with the weird spots of flour on the picture frame? I’ve spilled a lot of flour, and I can safely say that flour doesn’t clump when it hits glass. Unless, say, you’re a fame-hungry youtube mom going for maximum shock value, so you spritz a little water on the glass first. Just sayin’.
- The TV has a light dusting on the edge. Very thoughtful of her kids to leave the most expensive thing in the room relatively unscathed. My kids, in contrast, have a magnetic pull to the most valuable thing in the room, which is why they’ll draw on my computer monitor with a Sharpie when there’s a blank notebook right in front of them.
- When I notice my kids have been unusually quiet, I don’t grab the video camera just in case they’ve decided to antique my living room furniture.
- If I ever stepped out of the bathroom and saw a trail of flour in the hallway, I wouldn’t mutter, “Oh…oh, boy.” It’d be more like, “GET IN TIME OUT RIGHT NOW! HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND THE FLOUR?! IT’S ON THE TOP SHELF OF THE CABINET! HOW THE FREAK LONG WAS I IN THE BATHROOM? DO THEY EVEN MAKE A VACUUM THAT CAN FIX THIS?!?!?” But, I guess you can’t just hand your boys a bag of flour, help them powder the room, and then yell at them — that would confuse them. Just sayin’ again.
- She disabled comments. Go figure.
So, what do you think — real or fake?