While he was torturing me, he chatted with a friend on his Facebookpage. I couldn't help but take a peek.
Whát is he saying?!
'Have you finally gotten a real girlfriend? One you can f-xxxx?!' my disbelieving eyes read.
'That's terrible Jan,' I cried out. 'I didn't know Ted was such a foulmouthed boy!'
'He's never done this before,' my son tried to defend his friend. 'He probably stayed in school too long, listening to his class mates saying dirty things.'
'Well, I don't like it, and I don't want you to talk that way!'
Tell him your mom is standing right behind you
Then, because I felt like spreading some stress and anxiety I said: 'Tell him your mom is standing behind you!'
Obediently Jan typed in the bad news.
'Quickly, say something else, so what I said disappears from the screen!' came the answer.
'Tell him it's too late, I've already seen it!' I said, and I have to admit: I was really beginning to enjoy myself.
Then a really sad smiley appeared on the screen, blushing bright red.
Ted hasn't been seen in our house since.