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I have never posted pictures of J online and was one of those parents that always chose to decline giving her school the right to use her pictures taken in school. No one other than grandparents were ever in receipt of her pictures when she was a kid and they are not technically savvy enough to share them with anyone. That said, I can see the desire to share pictures of your kids online - specially among those who have a large and vibrant social network. There is no logical reason to not share your kid's pictures with those you know and believe to be your friends. You can't obviously prevent security cameras in homes around your neighborhood from taking pictures of you and your kids even if you are over-zealous about privacy. It may be a bit fallacious to assume that there is one singular way that pictures of a kid below the age of consent can get into the training set for an AI. There are very many ways for this to happen. 

As a parent you could potentially do your part to minimize the proliferation, be careful to share (if you choose to share at all), deny permission always and so on. Inspite of doing all that, you may find that your kids' pictures have ended up where you did not want or expect them to be. What is your recourse at that point? Do you want to fight what might be a losing battle or just let it go. Maybe the answer is to poison every image before you ever share or post it anywhere. That way you can have a social network for thousands for friends who are waiting eagerly for you to post pictures of your toddler doing the next cute toddler thing because your production value is so amazing, it makes your toddler stand out from the crowd for million other toddlers who do the exact same things but are not blessed with a parent who has the eye for seizing the moment perfectly every single time. 

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