Recently, my oldest son, Noah, and I were driving down the road. When we do that sort of thing, I tend to leave the radio turned off because he likes to talk. A lot. About everything. When we came to a stopping place in our conversation about all of the stuff that we talk about, he started singing the lyrics to a song. It went a little something like this: I kissed a girl and I liked it. And these were the thoughts that were going through my mind. Holy crap. Don’t freak out. You know those lyrics were written by a girl, but does he? Don’t freak out. Calm down and for the love, don’t wreck the car. Take a deep breath. Walk him through this. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. DON’T………..FREAK…………..OUT! Then he started talking. Noah: I heard that from a kid in my class. You know that song is sung by a girl. Me: (Not freaking out) Uh, yeah. Sure do. So, what do you think about that? Noah: I think she’s talking about lesbians. Me: (Now thanking the child in his 2nd grade class that told him what homosexuality was before I was ready for him to find out) Yeah, I suppose it is. Noah: That’s just wrong. And gross. Me: The girl who sings this song is the daughter of two pastors. She grew up learning about Jesus and singing in church. Noah: Really? Me: Yeah. Noah: Hmmm. Can we get a slushie at 7-11? Clearly our time together was meaningful to him. I’ve mentioned to you before that preventing my boys from hearing things they shouldn’t hear and learning things they aren’t ready to learn would mean that I would literally have to keep them in their bedrooms for the rest of their days without TV or XBOX or friends. Since that is not something that I see happening, there is only one thing to do. Keep talking. Whether you teach your children at home, send them to private Christian institutions or are assisted by the public school system in educating your darlins, keep the lines of communication open. It’s a must.