When I was growing up in the early '00s, my parents absolutely, one million percent hoarded tons of less-than-flattering pictures of me with a bowl cut. They showed my grandparents, siblings, and the occasional aunt and had a good laugh. But here's the catch, the buck stopped there. They went right back into the scrapbook when my mom was done, never to be glimpsed by a stranger's eye.
Not to be dramatic, but as soon as you post something on Facebook or Instagram, it stays out there, even if you delete it. Can you really blame your kids for not wanting their friends' parents to see photos of them in the bathtub 15 years ago? The teenage years are brutal enough, without the seemingly harmless fanfare, trust me.