For some reason my son D likes to watch TV in my bedroom. I have the smallest TV in the house in there, but he likes it so I didn't mind.
Until last night.
Right around bedtime he was watching a cartoon in my room and apparently had been doing some digging around in my things.
D comes out of my room with a look of utter confusion and said "Mom, what is this?"
I couldn't see what he was holding because he was behind the chair. He comes around the chair and to my absolute horror, he is holding B.O.B. And, he has it turned on.
Speechless and with nary a thought to pop into my head, I grab it, take it into my room and hide it on the top shelf of the closet and turn around and guide him to his own bedroom.
"It is time for bed" , I say.
"But what is it?", D asks again.
"Don't worry about it" I say.
"But I wanna know what it is. Is this a grown up thing? Will you tell me when I am older?" he asks.
Still unable to think of anything to tell him, I continue with evasive tactics.
"It's bedtime. Goodnight." I say.
D realizes that he isn't going to get an answer to his question and goes to bed without complaint. I, on the other hand, sit in the living room, trying to figure out what I will say if he tells anyone or asks them what it was.
I think that it is time to invest in a lockbox.