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When I talked to him about our little google search mystery, he denied having or knowing anything about it. So, I gave him some more time to come up with a better answer. After much thought, and some very loud protesting and proclaiming of his innocence, my son came to the conculsion, that I, his mother, was the culprit.
He is SOOOOOOOOO grounded. To think that he would accuse me of searching for "Russian Peoples Boobs".
The nerve! Anyone that knows me, would surely know that I would search for "Russian People's Boobs. I would never leave out the '!!!!!!
LOL, he did try to blame me, I guess when backed in a corner. KIDS TODAY :)

I'm pretty sure that if I'd had that conversation with my daughter I'd have ended up laughing in her face. After all, I've got a pretty good idea of what "boobs" look like. Come to think of it, I probably would have told her that.
After my daughter was finished growing up (you are probably close to the same age) I realized that I had never grounded her. That was my big guns for the really big stuff. I knew I wasn't going to hit her (she was stronger than me for one thing) so I needed something really heavy that didn't get used. I also never threatened anything that I wasn't willing to actually do. Really important with teenagers.
By the way, I'm going to publicly admit that I was peeking up under the fig leaves at the Metropolitan Museum of Art when I was about your son's age. No Internet back then. And I saw kids checking out the big dictionary at the library at about that age too.


LMAO!!




No pun taken. But, it did make me laugh....thanks, i needed that.

Every Sunday, our family sits around the table, and we discuss our upcoming weekly events, ex. baseball games, scouts, you get the idea.
So our "meeting" started when all of a sudden, I realized that BOTH my husband, and my 17 year old daughter were sporting matching zits. In exactly the same spot. FYI: lt. side mid nose. Might I add, that these forementioned zits were or shall I say are, roughly the size of a small baby's head.
I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING.
Although, might I add that neither my husband or daughter appreciated, my keen observation. Go figure?
I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Tears started running down my face, what can I say, I just couldn't stop.
My husband, a bit more uptight than usual, rose from his seat, proclaimed that the meeting was a sham, and left the room, zit and all.
Why, Russian peoples (yes, that is how he spelled it)?
I guess, It's better than "Russian peoples balls", right?
We will be having a nice little chat after school. And I guess it's time to make sure our parental controls are up and working.
I did try to see what came up with Russian Peoples Boobs. Not a boob to be found.
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