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I say, playfully, "Did you get a little something in your email from someone named M? I watch her. I'll be blunt: Is this funny? I open the email. I have a friend who told her son he could not go on Facebook unless he allowed her to be one of his Facebook friends she had to promise never to contact any of his friends herself, just to be present in the room, as it were which seemed like a good way of keeping track of what he was doing on Facebook--but then my older daughter told me that there's a secret level of friends, a sanctum sanctorum for your closest friends, that she is sure he did not let his mother into. I have a crazy parental urge to say to him, Don't you kids listen when the grown-ups tell you not to give strangers any information? Yes, ewwww, it's disgusting! Look at this. It's not my daughter's school. Enterprising youth! All of these things involved nudity and exhibitionism and flaunting your privates, didn't they? He's polite. This seems to be a boy my girl kind of knows who is indulging in a disgusting fad. This interpretation refuses to sit right. It's probably just some boy she knows, says my older child, some boy just trying to be funny. I asked her -nicely! Also, I'm so relieved that the possible other, darker scenario isn't true--we are not going to be a statistic in "Newsweek," it seems--that I'm practically giddy. My older daughter and her friend and I spend the next twenty minutes laughing ourselves silly about M and his member and the possible future conversations we might have with him about it. But she forgot to log out last night. Oh my God, are we about to be a statistic? Will she ever? I can't believe how many days it has taken me to get truly concerned about this. Has she forgotten about M's penis? Your child, he said, should be writing nothing that you can't read "while standing over their shoulders. Get out of there, son! Girl sucking huge dicks



I asked her -nicely! Just then, my older daughter, who is twenty-three and lives in her own apartment, stops in with her old high school friend, another lovely young woman, for a visit. But here is an email from someone whose email address has no letters, only numbers, many numbers. And, yes, they say, they have heard that the girls are sending around pictures of their vaginas. And I don't believe you never liked Steven! I was behind the curve. This interpretation refuses to sit right. She's not telling. I'll be blunt: In the days that follow, M and his penis are reduced to a funny anecdote in our family, included in the category of penis humor that my girls and their friends have developed over the years one enduring penis song, the product of a long car ride in Italy: Enterprising youth! You don't have to tell a stranger anything! My older daughter and her friend and I spend the next twenty minutes laughing ourselves silly about M and his member and the possible future conversations we might have with him about it. They have so much sex education that kids write "Don't get any STDs!!! I'm sorry to have to tell you that. I try to talk to her about it two more times, but I'm rebuffed. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know him that well. He's polite. Has she forgotten about M's penis? Yes, ewwww, it's disgusting! Here's how I know about the penis: May we interest you in a free one-month trial? This is so my own personal business! Even if you have your child's email password, they can just get a Gmail account, or seven, for all the mail they don't want you to see. They seem innocuous enough, if schizophrenic--sometimes the children write childishly "I am so xcited for Dunkin' D's!!!

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And, yes, they say, they have heard that the girls are sending around pictures of their vaginas. She hates Talks. I don't blame her. I can type and send email, that's it. I asked her -nicely! Is this funny? She'd go out there and swing gently back and forth, rocking herself into a kind of reverie. I'll be blunt: Yes, ewwww, it's disgusting! I don't know why these antique examples come to mind, but I've always been kind of retro, kind of behind my time. That even Mormon teenagers, when emailing their pals-- "See u in Temple Square! They seem innocuous enough, if schizophrenic--sometimes the children write childishly "I am so xcited for Dunkin' D's!!! I can't believe how many days it has taken me to get truly concerned about this. By the time I started hearing about them, she already had her secret passwords and an entire hidden, soundless world of friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends, on two continents and in Minnesota, for some reason. Your child, he said, should be writing nothing that you can't read "while standing over their shoulders. I asked the young computer guy who comes over to periodically not solve the you-keep-getting-kicked-off-the-Internet-in-certain-rooms-of-my-house problem if I could get parental controls on the computer. Facebook, IM, iChat, and the rest were uninvited guests in my house. I was behind the curve. I have a crazy parental urge to say to him, Don't you kids listen when the grown-ups tell you not to give strangers any information? Even if you have your child's email password, they can just get a Gmail account, or seven, for all the mail they don't want you to see. I have a friend who told her son he could not go on Facebook unless he allowed her to be one of his Facebook friends she had to promise never to contact any of his friends herself, just to be present in the room, as it were which seemed like a good way of keeping track of what he was doing on Facebook--but then my older daughter told me that there's a secret level of friends, a sanctum sanctorum for your closest friends, that she is sure he did not let his mother into. This one was in big, veiny close-up. My older daughter and her friend and I spend the next twenty minutes laughing ourselves silly about M and his member and the possible future conversations we might have with him about it. The whole computer-and-teenager thing was way, way out of my league. They are both speechless at first too.



































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Ten years later, the new baby came, and we bought a wooden swing set to replace the rusty old metal one. Surely she has seen pictures of penises before, maybe even erect ones--they probably sketch them from live models in Sex Education--but this one was personal, this one was meant for her and however many other girls on M's list. I'm sorry to have to tell you that. Who's this? She hates Talks. Bye," I say. But here is an email from someone whose email address has no letters, only numbers, many numbers. She's not telling. I'm kind of beside myself. What's the difference between that and sending a picture of your penis over the Internet? And now the baby has the same habit as her sister. This interpretation refuses to sit right. She'd go out there and swing gently back and forth, rocking herself into a kind of reverie. Just then, my older daughter, who is twenty-three and lives in her own apartment, stops in with her old high school friend, another lovely young woman, for a visit.

Oh my God, are we about to be a statistic? I think of M alone in his bathroom, looking at Mom's bras and the used towels on the floor, taking pictures of his lonesome penis. But she forgot to log out last night. Will someone from "Newsweek" be calling our house in the near future looking for a quote on Babies Having Babies? Oh Lordy Lordy Lordy. I don't know. It's such a novelty to be alone with her email that I cannot help myself: But these computer recreations--Facebook, YouTube, IM, iChat, Video Chat, MySpace--were already out of the gate, galloping away with my daughter long before I learned what they were; I was too late to make any privacy policies about them even if I'd wanted to. I asked the young computer guy who comes over to periodically not solve the you-keep-getting-kicked-off-the-Internet-in-certain-rooms-of-my-house problem if I could get parental controls on the computer. I do not open the emails. I call the iPhone phone number. Bye," I say. Look at this. This seems to be a boy my girl kind of knows who is indulging in a disgusting fad. Somebody my baby probably knows. It's probably just some boy she knows, says my older child, some boy just trying to be funny. A boy answers. Has this been a traumatic event? I sit down at my daughter's computer, my barely-a-teenager daughter's computer, one recent afternoon while mine is in the shop, and here on my daughter's computer screen is her email Inbox. On the other hand, if I do decide to exact retribution at some point, it will now take me about ten minutes, from the information he has given me, to find out who he is and what his parents' home phone number is. Then one of them remembers something: Of course she knows a huge amount about sex. Here's how I know about the penis: My older daughter and her friend and I spend the next twenty minutes laughing ourselves silly about M and his member and the possible future conversations we might have with him about it. I try to talk to her about it two more times, but I'm rebuffed. If I happen to glance at her email Inbox, if I happen to even cast my eyes to that side of the well-trafficked little nook, my child scolds me for privacy invasion. Is this funny? Girl sucking huge dicks



My God! I'll be blunt: In the days that follow, M and his penis are reduced to a funny anecdote in our family, included in the category of penis humor that my girls and their friends have developed over the years one enduring penis song, the product of a long car ride in Italy: Also, I'm so relieved that the possible other, darker scenario isn't true--we are not going to be a statistic in "Newsweek," it seems--that I'm practically giddy. If I happen to glance at her email Inbox, if I happen to even cast my eyes to that side of the well-trafficked little nook, my child scolds me for privacy invasion. I say, playfully, "Did you get a little something in your email from someone named M? I can type and send email, that's it. It's such a novelty to be alone with her email that I cannot help myself: He's polite. I was behind the curve. They have so much sex education that kids write "Don't get any STDs!!! If a telemarketer had called me and said, "Hello, how are you today, we're selling features for your computer that will enable your child to be in touch at all times with every teenager in New York City-- in every developed nation, in fact--all of whom can contact her at any time. Her older sister did the same thing when she was a teenager, on the swing set we'd bought for her when he was little. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know him that well. She hates Talks. Has she ordered something from a catalog and this number is somehow her order number? And now the baby has the same habit as her sister. Gravely, I hold forth the picture of the penis I have printed out on the printer. After my baby showed me the condoms, I ran into the woman who is our school nurse and sex educator. They seem innocuous enough, if schizophrenic--sometimes the children write childishly "I am so xcited for Dunkin' D's!!! My baby who is still young enough to get the child's fare on Amtrak, who likes strawberry milk, and horses, and skipping stones and making brownies?

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You don't have to tell a stranger anything! I asked the young computer guy who comes over to periodically not solve the you-keep-getting-kicked-off-the-Internet-in-certain-rooms-of-my-house problem if I could get parental controls on the computer. Surely she has seen pictures of penises before, maybe even erect ones--they probably sketch them from live models in Sex Education--but this one was personal, this one was meant for her and however many other girls on M's list. The numbers seem at once both so technical, junk mailish, that I think the email couldn't have anything personal in it and therefore it is all right for me to read; and, at the same time, it seems, possibly mercenary, possibly something that is going to cost me money. I'm sorry to have to tell you that. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know him that well. It's an amateur close-up, and you can see it's been taken in a bathroom--you can see floor tiles, and a what looks like a used towel on the floor, and a partial view of two large-cupped bras hanging from hooks on the back of a closed door. This one was in big, veiny close-up. Ten years later, the new baby came, and we bought a wooden swing set to replace the rusty old metal one. Will someone from "Newsweek" be calling our house in the near future looking for a quote on Babies Having Babies? Oh my God, are we about to be a statistic? Our school, and the entire parenting industry, tells you to have the computer not in the child's room but in a more public, "well-trafficked" zone so that they aren't seduced into dirty Websites where strangers might try to send them pictures of, oh, say, their genitalia. I think of M alone in his bathroom, looking at Mom's bras and the used towels on the floor, taking pictures of his lonesome penis.

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He's disgusting! I think of M alone in his bathroom, looking at Mom's bras and the used towels on the floor, taking pictures of his lonesome penis. I was behind the curve. This one was in big, veiny close-up. I am sooooo psyched 4 the Tabernacle Choir!!!! I don't know why these antique examples come to mind, but I've always been kind of retro, kind of behind my time. Will she ever? I'm sorry to have to tell you that. I try to talk to her about it two more times, but I'm rebuffed. It's such a novelty to be alone with her email that I cannot help myself: Or has some online catalog found her and is going to charge her for something she didn't order? I asked the young computer guy who comes over to periodically not solve the you-keep-getting-kicked-off-the-Internet-in-certain-rooms-of-my-house problem if I could get parental controls on the computer. But these computer recreations--Facebook, YouTube, IM, iChat, Video Chat, MySpace--were already out of the gate, galloping away with my daughter long before I learned what they were; I was too late to make any privacy policies about them even if I'd wanted to. This is so my own personal business! I open the email. I tried to be a spy. It doesn't seem to be any kind of solution anyway; being a parent of a teenager in America is now more than ever like being the Dutch boy with his finger in the proverbial dyke--stick your finger in one hole, thwart one feature, and they've invented a new one while you were plugging up the first--or like someone in a horror movie. She's not telling. It's not my daughter's school. What effect has it had on her? But just as grieving has its stages Denial, Anger, etc. Could she have thought that the nurse was sending her home with condoms in order to have a funner summer? Then one of them remembers something:

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  1. Surely she has seen pictures of penises before, maybe even erect ones--they probably sketch them from live models in Sex Education--but this one was personal, this one was meant for her and however many other girls on M's list. What is going on here? Get out of there, son!

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