My friend Theresa Albert, who is creator of the fabulous My Friend in Food (go check, then come back), has a teen and seems to have a pretty good sense of the teen world. In fact, she is the one I pester when I have questions about what is in my future. But in this guest post she is confronted with a situation that she didn't know how to handle, and is still wishing that she had done it differently.

Guest Post: What would you do?

It was just lying in the grass. A shiny Blackberry so I picked it up with some do-gooding on my mind.

What do you do when you find a phone in front of your house?  We wished to return it but struggled with the moral reality of having to invade privacy to figure out whose it was.  I know I would accept a stranger poking around if it meant the return of this expensive piece of equipment (containing more personal details than I want to think about). So in we went.

Yesterday, I wrote a general post on Facebook and why I am leaning toward allowing my son on to the site even though he is under the age limit of 13.

But Facebook is such a huge, huge topic that I felt like I missed some things about how to handle the site itself.

Have you seen the video of the two boys spreading flour all over their house? It has over 2 million hits on YouTube and keeps growing.

Seems that mom wasn't feeling well and headed to the bathroom for a longer than normal visit and forgot to lock the safety latch on the cupboard. Her boys drag the bag of flour out and make their own mosh pit. Her reaction as she finds the mess? She repeats "Oh my Gosh!" about 100 times, grabs her video camera and puts it on YouTube, ostensibly for her relatives.

I was walking down our back alley when my beloved Blackberry phone slipped from my hands, I heard a smack as it hit the ground and then SPLASH!

Where did that splash come from wondered as I looked around for my phone. Oh &*%$#! The sewer grate was a foot away from me and my phone was nowhere to be seen.

My daughter looked down and yelled,"Look mommy! Your phone is floating!" What are the odds that my phone would bounce down the sewer grate? Not high enough, evidently.

Ever intrepid in the face of an emergency I yelled for my husband who took one look said. "Well there goes a few hundred dollars," and went to finish mowing the lawn.

To make a long story short a couple of neighbours came running with a pair of BBQ tongs and some courage (stupidity?) and rescued my phone from the murky depths. I immediately disassembled the phone and put it on rice and watched my hands many, many times. (At this point my husband usually jumps in to clarify that it was a storm drain, not a sewer, but he doesn't really appreciate dramatic storytelling.)

Three days later I tried it and...

Sounds a bit silly to say that Twitter changed my life, but it did - and mostly for good. And it can change yours too.

Twitter is a social network that allows you to connect, listen and engage with anyone you want - friends, wanna-be friends, politicians and celebrities. You can read the news, hear gossip, find restaurants and secret sales, and make new friends all in 140 characters.

Twitter is a great medium for moms to jump over the walls of isolation that parenting can build around you and your kids. But it can be daunting at first. Here are my no-fail tips.

When I was growing up, the gossip network in my neighbourhood was legendary: about five minutes after I received an award, or, more likely, did something spectacularly stupid, the phone would be ringing, neighbours would be shouting across the yard, it felt like my business was everyone's business.

Multiply that by about a million and you have our kids' experience. The neighbourhood of our youth is now the Internet, and no sooner have our kids won an award; or, more likely, peed in their pants and the news is out there straight from our fingertips (or thumbs) on Facebook, Twitter and blogs.

How did you announce your pregnancy?

Facebook is making it even easier to get your unborn baby onto its site; you can now fill in a field with 'Expected: Child' complete with room for the due date and proposed name in the same section as family/relatives on your Profile page.

This way your expectant child can already be considered part of your family and is on Facebook without all the annoyances of having a profile. Sweet.

Did the news that cellphones may cause cancer cause chills to run up and down your spine? Because I'm still slightly nauseous over the idea.

Not that I hadn't considered it before. I have been using a cellphone for a decade and according to the WHO that may put me at a small risk. But it is the next generation that I worry about. You see little kids playing with cellphones all the time - either as a toy or as an actual piece of communication. There haven't been any studies done on kids growing up with cellphones and using them for more than ten years. What are the potential dangers for their little brains receiving microwave signals for their entire life?

"I'm constipated," said my friend in an email. Closely followed by a second email: "I have never said that to anybody before."

Pregnancy makes you say things you never thought you would utter: about your bathroom habits, your weight gain, your rashes, night sweats and gas. I have a theory that pregnant women can talk about the intimate details of their pregnancy because being pregnant is kind of an out-of-body experience.

Yesterday, I admitted that my 11-year-old has a cellphone and today I am going to do a 180 degree turn and tell you that he is not on Facebook - because I won't let him.

Call me a hypocrite, but I think Facebook is much more dangerous than a cellphone, partially because the cellphone is to keep in contact with me and Facebook is to keep in contact with other tweens. He has friends on Facebook, some of his friends have had profiles since Grade 3, but we have been studiously avoiding setting one up for him.