WARNING: This post contains material some might find offensive. Some may not know what the heck it means. Urban Dictionary can tell you (and much more!) Otherwise, I would not read past this sentence.
I am the co-leader of m daughter’s Girl Scout troop. I m still not sure how I was allowed to lead a group of girls, but somehow I passed the muster. Or it could be that they are just super desperate for leaders. I’m thinking it might be the latter.
Anyway…one of the badges we are working on is the Bookmaking badge. The other leader and I decided it would be fun to take apart a book, then use the various parts for different projects. We found some cute ideas on Pinterest we thought most of the girls would enjoy. All we needed were some old books.
I volunteered to hit Salvation Army and get enough books for the troop to use. Since we were using the covers for one project, I tried to find hardcovered books with interesting covers. I found about 7 books in the kids section, but since we have 12 girls, I had to grab a few adults books. I stayed away from the romance novels and the murder mystery books since I didn’t think the parents would like their kids carrying around a hardcover art tote with a picture of a bare chested man riding a horse or a giant eyeball with a knife stuck in it. (Little did I know this was the least of my worries.) Overall, I left with 13 hardcover books for under $4. Total bargain.
After making the art tote from the covers, our next project was to use the pages of the books to make note cards. Our original plan was to make them so the girls could give them to their moms on Mother’s Day, but since we really suck at staying on any kind of time line, we didn’t get around to it until this week.
So I’d like to to picture the following scene:
There are seven middle school girls sitting around the dining room table with the task of taking a book page, stenciling a drawing on it, then cutting out the picture and pasting it onto a note card. Very simple. Very innocent. See how cute these are?
My fellow leader was cutting cardstock for the kids and the girls were chatting and picking out pages for their projects. I was doing my typical activity: drinking Dunkins and watching my friend do all the work.
A few girls were checking out what was written on the pages, but most were starting to stencil when my daughter (of course) grabs one of the pages and starts to read out loud….
“Oh nice! This says “regular sex, three-way, pussy eating, anal, anal with dildo….”
My fellow leader and I froze. It was like one of those scenes in a movie where time slows down and the main character sees everything in slow motion. I could feel all the neurons in my brain slowly connecting as I processed what I was hearing.
When what she said finally registered in my brain, I immediately dove across the table and ripped the page from her hands. Of course, the other girls are now screeching hysterically and begin to frantically dig through the rest of the pages on the table to see if they could find more. I, on the other hand, was attempting to find any other Xrated pages before the girls got their hands on them.
Really?! Out of the 400 pages on the table, my kid grabs THAT one. It must be genetic.
The other leader is just shaking her head. She’s known me for years so this is not a shocking situation for her. Probably quite tame overall.
Leader: What the heck kind of books did you buy?
Me: I certainly didn’t think I bought this type.
Me: This is definitely not a page you want to be putting on a card to your mother. Unless Girl Scouts has a badge for this?
Girls: Come on Miss Sue! We know all about that. Let us see the page.
Me: WHAT?!?!? How the heck do you know what ANY of that means?! You’re 11! You shouldn’t know these things.
Daughter: Mom, we’ve all heard about this stuff before. We know a lot of 7th graders.
Girls: And we read the bathroom walls.
Daughter: yeah, people draw lots of pictures of balls in the stalls. They are all over the school.
Well, its good to know kids are still learning about sex ed the proper way – though rumors and graffetti. I’d hate to think the kids today are missing out on the same type of education we got. I’m not sure if it is sad or pathetic that these kids know a whole hell of a lot more then I ever did at 11. Of course, we only had older siblings and Benny Hill. They have social media and YouTube so they definitely have an edge on us.
My daughter could not wait to get home and tell her dad about this.
Daughter: Do you think dad will get mad at me if I tell him what happened?
Me: No. He will probably think its as hysterical as I do. Which is why we are still married.
I can’t say that the other seven girls’ dinner conversations about today will go over as well. Most of the parents know me and still continue to send their kids to Girls Scouts every week. I’m thinking this incident will not be a shocker. So I have that going for me. Also, I think I actually did some adult-ing, which is rare. I mean, I did take the page away at least. (Is it bad, that I kept it?)
Other then getting booted out of Girl Scouts, the bonus of this event is that apparently, I now know that my daughter has way more knowledge about the subject of sex then I was aware of….and I really need to start catching up!