Even though we have known them since they were barely walking, and even though there are times they practically live at our house, they are still very uneasy around Mr. Schmitty and myself. Actually, they are pretty uneasy around most people. J., the 9 year old boy, is shy and sensitive. K., the 11 year old girl, is self-conscious and awkward. I do my best to treat them like they are my own by bringing out my goofy, silly, crazy self to get them to laugh. I try to lighten the mood as much as possible.
Like any other 9-11 year old, they are addicted to their Gameboys. After lunch J., K., and my three kids were sprawled on the living room furniture. Each had a Nintendo DS. They were all in Pictochat sending messages back and forth to each other.
T. needed a bandaid, so he and I went downstairs to find one. He was putting the bandaid on his foot, because you know, HE.HAD.TO.DO.IT, and I held his DS. I glanced down at the screen and what did I see?
The little perverts were channeling Michelangelo! I grabbed the stylus and wrote, "Nice." That only prompted another drawing. Dumb arses! T. doesn't know how to write anything other than his name, didn't they realize it couldn't have been him responding? Did they seriously think he was commenting on their artistic ability?
I wrote, "Inappropriate!" Lord, there was a 4 and 5 year old involved here. Except I really wasn't that worried because the boobs looked like big cartoon eyes and the pee-pee, well it looked more like earmuffs. But that's beside the point.
I didn't know what each kid's screen name was, so I'm not sure which one responded, "Naga? Is that you?" Naga, of course, being T.
"Not Naga, MOM."
'Sonic has left the room', 'Runyon has left the room', 'Hydronoid has left the room', which left only K., scribbling away, lost in her own, innocent world.
The other three? I think they raced each other to the bathroom to check their pants for skids.