I’m a grandma again but apparently not a good babysitter.
On Sunday, my second grandchild was born. Yes, he is adorable. So writing this week is pretty much impossible as I am watching the first grandchild while his mommy sleeps. This morning my 20-month-old grandson was playing at our house, slipped on the tile, and got a very large goose egg on his forehead. So I am feeling like a very bad grandma. Since I am busy being a grandma, I will just tell you a story today.
My husband and I have heard so many horror stories about pornography on the Internet that we are understandably paranoid about it. We’ve instructed our children again and again to avoid the stuff like poison.
One day my fourth-grader son came home from school very upset. At that time, he had this cute, little high voice and when he got upset, his voice got even higher. He told me he had read an inappropriate word at school while doing a computer exercise. Being the concerned parent I am, I went to the school and talked to the teacher about it. She was also very concerned and told me she would watch carefully since the children did these exercises over and over again to improve their reading skills. We told my son to tell the teacher if he ever saw something inappropriate again.
A few weeks later the mystery was solved.
“I found out what it was on the computer that upset your son,” the teacher informed me. The offending word had reappeared in one of his quizzes.
“What was it?”
I went home and hugged my son, grateful for his innocence. It’s so easily lost these days.