I was checking my e-mail and came across one from Apple. It was a receipt from the app store. I was baffled because I hadn't bought anything from there in a while. I opened it and...
....nearly fell over from shock.
"Our credit card has been STOLEN!" I shrieked to Tom. He flinched at the high-pitched tone of my voice. "Stolen, I say...wait. Doesn't Natalie play that game?"
Tom blinked at me. It's not that he doesn't know about the children's activities--it's simply that I know more, because I'm home.
I jumped up and opened the front door. "Natalie!" I bellowed. "NATALIE!"
I imagine half the neighborhood was like, "What the living hell is going on?"
Natalie was outside with her friends and she came over and was like, "Yes?" like she hadn't just spent $100 on gems for a fictional game.
I showed her the receipt on my phone. "What's this?"
I don't think she was being snarky. Then again, she's nearly 9, so she probably was.
"No. You see? This receipt? You spent $100 on a game. About dragons."
Natalie peered at the screen. Recognition filtered down her face. "Oh. That."
Her friends were staring.
"Let's go inside," I suggested.
"But I'm about to--" she began, but then she saw my expression and swallowed it down.
We went inside and Tom asked her what she was thinking. Natalie hates disappointing her Daddy, so tears immediately prickled her eyes.
"I didn't know," she sniffled. "Something popped up and I said yes and...and..."
"You put in the password," I finished. She figured out the password last month. I should have changed it.
Natalie wiped her eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't understand."
"Yes, you did," Tom boomed. "You saw that it cost money and you said yes and willingly put in the password. I'm very disappointed in you."
Natalie's face crumpled. "I'm sorry."
"You better hope we can get a refund. Otherwise no allowance until you pay it off," I said.
"Okay," Natalie answered in a quiet voice.
I started a chat with Apple. I was impressed on how quickly the chat began. The lady was very understanding--this happens a lot with children, apparently. I was given a refund. I was finished with the chat in ten minutes.
"Good news," I said to Natalie. "We're getting a refund. But. You will never get another thing without our permission. I'm changing the password."
"I'm sorry," Natalie repeated.
"Don't ever do it again," Tom warned.
"I won't," Natalie replied solemnly.
The moral of this story is to never let your kids know the password. Always have your settings as high as they can go so they aren't able to get a thing on the iPad.
Has something like this ever happened to you?