What mom doesn't love getting artwork brought home from school. My fridge is full of things since Blake started his first day of school. I've always held onto all of my kids creative drawings through the years. I know it can lead to a bunch of clutter, however it is hard to part with the sentimental value.
This past week I open Blake's backpack to find a nice cityscape. He had included tall buildings and short ones. Each labeled things such as Fed Ex, Pizza Hut etc. I praised him on the wonderful job and placed it off to the side of the couch. It remained there until the next morning.
Morning arrives, he is waiting for the school bus. I take another good look before walking over to the fridge. I noticed one of the buildings seemed to be a church. My heart filled with joy as I was so proud that he thought to incorporate a church into his picture. I couldn't quiet make out the name however. The word Hevens was pretty self explanatory or so I thought. What was written above?
I point this out to him and ask. "what is the name of the church?"
"That's not a church. It's Heaven's Massage Parlor".
Yes, my mouth hit the floor. WHAT! A massage parlor. He's seven years old for goodness sake. How in the world does he even know what a massage parlor is much less put the words heavens and massage together. In my mind I'm searching for how to approach this topic without totally ruining his childhood innocence. Not saying that all massage parlors aren't legit but I'm guessing the same mental image might pop into your head as did mine.
I ask where he got the idea of a massage parlor. I was guessing it must be a video game. Frankly the Simpsons one had been my first guess. I do try to monitor his games and stick to the ratings but he does have a few that are rated T or 10 or above. Well, turns out it was a video game but not the Simpson's. It was the action game he had purchased over the weekend. I was so pleased that it had action but not the blood and stuff like that. Obviously I should have paid more attention to some of the buildings the good guy was interacting with or passing by on his missions.
The game mysteriously went missing while he was at school. As a mom I once again had that feeling of failure.
This past week I open Blake's backpack to find a nice cityscape. He had included tall buildings and short ones. Each labeled things such as Fed Ex, Pizza Hut etc. I praised him on the wonderful job and placed it off to the side of the couch. It remained there until the next morning.
Morning arrives, he is waiting for the school bus. I take another good look before walking over to the fridge. I noticed one of the buildings seemed to be a church. My heart filled with joy as I was so proud that he thought to incorporate a church into his picture. I couldn't quiet make out the name however. The word Hevens was pretty self explanatory or so I thought. What was written above?
I point this out to him and ask. "what is the name of the church?"
"That's not a church. It's Heaven's Massage Parlor".
Yes, my mouth hit the floor. WHAT! A massage parlor. He's seven years old for goodness sake. How in the world does he even know what a massage parlor is much less put the words heavens and massage together. In my mind I'm searching for how to approach this topic without totally ruining his childhood innocence. Not saying that all massage parlors aren't legit but I'm guessing the same mental image might pop into your head as did mine.
I ask where he got the idea of a massage parlor. I was guessing it must be a video game. Frankly the Simpsons one had been my first guess. I do try to monitor his games and stick to the ratings but he does have a few that are rated T or 10 or above. Well, turns out it was a video game but not the Simpson's. It was the action game he had purchased over the weekend. I was so pleased that it had action but not the blood and stuff like that. Obviously I should have paid more attention to some of the buildings the good guy was interacting with or passing by on his missions.
The game mysteriously went missing while he was at school. As a mom I once again had that feeling of failure.
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