Innocence Lost, Stress Gained

This morning, my beautiful seven year-old boy brought his clothes into the hallway and sat in front of my door as he began to get dressed. I could tell he wanted to talk to me, so I just waited while he got his thoughts in order. He had gotten his socks and underwear on when he said, "Mom, a boy in my class can't go on the computer for TWO WEEKS!"

Oh boy.

I already knew the answer, but I asked, "Why?" as I sat down on the bed.

Caleb was quiet for a minute, searching for the words. He searched my face, too. Looked into my eyes, seeking...wanting to know so much but not knowing how to ask.

"He did something on there! He went to a place...with pictures."

"Uh-oh!" I said.

Caleb nodded energetically. "Pictures of BOOBIES, Mom! LOTS of boobies!"

"Oh no." I said. Now I was trying to gather my thoughts.

"And LOTS of...BUMS!" said Caleb.

People, I did not expect to have to deal with this yet. I'm pretty sure I bungled it quite disastrously. I do recall saying, "That's bad" several times, with the ever so creative "That's very bad" peppered in there for good measure. I know we'll have to talk about it later. I asked him if he looked at it, and he nodded, his eyes solidly on mine again. "But I didn't do it!" he said.

He looked thoughtful.

"I didn't even know you could do that!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with a gleam that can only be present when innocence is lost with the discovery of pornography.

Yes, we'll talk about it later. But for now, I'm just thankful he didn't ask why there are sites like that.

Because that's just a bit too much at 6am on a Tuesday morning...

Speaking of Tuesday, I'd best get the Ghost Story entry up!