While reading a post by dcup regarding sheltering her son from porn, I was reminded of an incident in my parenting past.

One day, I was in the den, ironing clothes and listening to the radio. My seven-year-old son was playing with his Legos nearby. The news was being broadcast, and the announcer launched into a story about a serial rapist who had been apprehended that day. There was considerable detail about the number of victims and the circumstances, and I was hoping desperately that my son was not listening. My "birds and bees" policy with both my kids was to answer their questions truthfully, as they came up, but not to go further than the question warrented. Needless to say, the question of "rape" had never been raised, and I wasn't eager to have to explain it. So, I just kept looking at the ironing board and hoping, hoping there would be no questions from my precious little boy.

Indeed, there was no question. But there was a statement. Precious looked up at me and said, "Wow, he sure was a horny guy!"