Amanda Lamb: No posting

"You can take my picture. But you can't post it online," my younger daughter says caustically as I usher her to pose.

She says this to me every time I take a picture. It's not unusual for me to post an old picture of one of my daughters and immediately get an urgent text from one of them saying: "Take that down now!"

I'm not sure when exactly this started - their sensitivity to having their images posted on my personal platforms. Remember, these are kids who have had their early childhood years documented in detail in three published memoirs, not to mention blogs.

But, apparently, cute stories about how they danced to "Gold Digger" (clean version) in their flowered church dresses or how they caught me lying about the Tooth Fairy on more than one occasion aren't nearly as humiliating as photographs.

Reluctantly, I have agreed to honor their wishes, even when the photos are downright adorable and Instagram is just a click away. I let them look at the photos I take, even edit them, and then choose one every once in a while that I am allowed to post. So, I've been pretty good lately. I'm really trying hard, I am. But every once in a while I can't help myself...

"Mom, you always say you're not going to post it and you do," my daughter scolds.

"I know, honey, I promise. I'm trying," I say meaning it again. "But you're just so cute."

"Then print it and put it in an album!"