Porn has been a word used in my house in the last three days. And not in the "hey honey! Let's spice things up and turn on a porno" type of way. (WHAT? As you know, there is no 'honey' that lives here.)
The second ex texted me Friday to inform me that the 7 year old had stumbled upon a pornographic site while googling on the phone. The mystery remains as to what he was googling. I can't break him and I just spent 2 hours scratching his back.
So now I'm not so concerned about what he saw (because that wasn't his intent) as to what he wanted to see (as evidenced by his crying)
Porn is not a common factor in my house. I know, I know - ya'll think I'm a spinster with 28 cats so this isn't news to you. However. I wonder if it's in the blood. Probably not. Aside from some curiosity when I was younger ( a friend and I pretended to take photos of each other in my closet) I've been squeaky clean. Well, clean at least.
But I can't figure out what the little guy was typing in the search box: boobies? thingys? people doing it? Knowing the 7 year old and his vocabulary, it could have been something closer to: videos that show men and women engaging in each others private parts for entertainment.
Wow, THAT could just get me going on a whole other tangent!
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