Oh my... kids can sure turn you Grey and fast! My kids and I decided to go sing karaoke at a pizza place with some friends of ours. Sounded fun, not too expensive and something different. So, my friend Christopher, and the kids and I took off to the pizza place. We arrive and are having a great time. My ex uncle is in town visiting so he stops by and my daughter decided to sing. I was so proud of her. She likes to sing but people (yes including myself) have joked with her about the fact that she shouldn't. She isn't the best singer but I remind her she can't get better if she doesn't try. Anyway.. she tried and I was so proud. I cheered her on and she liked it so much she did it again. No grey with her,at least not yet! So she is singing, I go out to visit with Christopher and Clark and my friend Shyla comes to tell me I have an issue with my son to deal with. I of course panic just a bit. I walk in to be told by some girl that is probably 12 that my son grabbed her chest and told her to "kiss his bony cheeks". Needless to say, I didn't know what to do and my head started to spin. For one moment a porno flick jumps into my head, the next I realize he is only 7 and there must be a misunderstanding. I ask my son if he said that to her and he said, my friend told me to. I'm livid. I'm angry, embarrassed, worried, and turning grey! I told him to sit on the bench while I figured out how to handle the situation. This situation is so tricky. It is an issue with respect with women, the hormones of a little boy and societal protocol. Since the divorce proceedings and the last year of poor choices, I have come to question my instincts in the parenting process. I am apprehensive and hate it. So I called the soon to be ex that didn't answer and had to wing it. I decided that we wouldn't leave because my daughter and I were having fun so I had him sit on the bench until we left. I'm sick that he would follow the lead of a friend and worried what else friends could convince him to do. I worried that he was some perv and would need counseling. I'm always the worrier. I can't seem to stay in the moment. By now I had found out that he didn't actually touch her on purpose, but by accident and that he didn't say the words to her but the boys were joking about saying it. Not as bad but still disrespectful to women (girls). Anyway, one of the Dad's talked to him so that he a had a male influence to explain how rude it was.I wished it were his Dad and again felt terrible. I realized it really does take a village of caring people and was glad he had someone to talk to. I realized that I'm not going to be there for all of Haley's things and I will be glad if she has someone to trust and care. We finally leave and our plans for fire works and a fire disappeared. After all, I couldn't reward the behavior. Another one of those moments when my moment to be the fun mom is shot down. Being a grown up stinks!