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My sons, the sexual predators.

The tacos and burritos were scrumptious. In fact, we gorged ourselves and even had burrito leftovers. Yum.
Not that I really wanted to eat tonight. I worked until 6 p.m. and came home to a situation that upset me enough to make me lose my appetite. It's ironic, in some ways, as I made the comment just the other day that it had been quite a little while since I'd had to do more than just talk to the boys about any behavioral problems.
Jinxed. Today, while sitting in the gym and waiting for the bus, they (along with J) basically sexually harassed BabyBeater's 12 yr old daughter. I'm not exactly sure how it began. I know that Daughter had written that she loved J on the palm of her hand, then erased it and put Trev's name in. Somehow or the other, the conversation steered to unacceptable waters. J dared Trevor to tell Daughter that he wanted to make out with her. Then Trevor said something about sex. Then Ryan proceeded to make some semi-obscene gestures. And then J made some comment. And THEN (the part that had me nearly swallowing my tongue whole) Trevor asked Daughter if he could "suck her boobies". !!!!!!
Where in the hell did he come up with THAT?---was my first thought. I was speechless. FLOORED.
From what I was able to gather from J, Trevor, Ryan and Daughter, there was an additional party to this situation, some kid named Todd who egged and helped it on. In fact, according to Daughter, Todd was the one who put those words out and told Trevor to repeat them. Regardless, the fact that Trev felt he could or should repeat those words knocks me out.
Bottom line, words were said that should never have come out of kids this young. I nearly keeled over.
First thing we did when I got home was march up to J's, in order to get all parties (that I was able) together in one room to ferret out the truth. Then all three boys plus parental units went over to Daughter's house to apologize.
This is where it gets still more twisted. After knocking on the door, Daughter let us in. The entire house was dark, and beside the 12 yr old girl, there was an almost 5 yr old boy and another girl around 8ish roaming around in the dark. Daughter went to a closed door and knocked. We heard an adult female voice very rudely ask "what?", to which Daughter replied we were all there. We stood there in the dark until ten minutes later, we heard the door unlock and there stood BabyBeater's wife and her bf. I swear by all that's holy, they were flying higher than the Goodyear blimp. We explained the situation and apologies were made. The entire time, BabyBeater's wife just stood there, smiling. Her bf made a few inappropriate comments about how BabyBeater was a keen example of how sexual deviation can get out of hand. (As far as I'm concerned, my kids are way too young to even be worrying about what sex IS, let alone hearing some strange adult male talking about sexual deviation.) I again had the boys apologize and we left, leaving behind J and his mother. God only knows what she felt the need to say after we left. She seems to think her J is a saint and basically blamed the entire incident on my boys. They aren't blameless but J is as involved in this as they are. I guess I could understand if I had porn constantly on the tube, or was having wild sex parties under their noses every other night or even if I presented an example of that behavior that they were mirroring. But I DON'T. What little porn I own is hidden and I don't have wild sex by myself, let alone in parties and I certainly don't walk around asking people if I can suck anything! Floored, I tell ya.
At any rate, they paid the piper tonight. I can't remember that last time I was so irate. Not only did they show a complete lack of respect for the female species, but they knew it was wrong. Ryan exacerbated his situation by lying to me about his part in it and therefore got a little extra soap for that bit.
Work was long. My manager was there almost the entire shift (save half an hour) and I always feel like a bug under the microscope when she's there. Not that I'm doing anything spectactularly wrong. It just feels as if she's watching every little thing I do. And it was busy. That made the shift go by a little quicker.
I'm tired. Wiped out. Long day. Going to kill my kids. Looking forward to doing not much more than laundry and taking my Gramps to get blood drawn tomorrow.
Happy Wednesday.
N.

8:36 p.m. - 2005-03-09

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