me: Hey Jack, I saw your notebook in the kitchen and it was open to a page with some lyrics on it. What does this mean? (I show him the page)
Jack grabs the notebook in horror.
Jack: Mom you’re not supposed to read my private things!!! How can I trust you now??!!
me: It was open and I saw it. I didn’t go snooping. Explain.
Jack: That was (friend) who wrote that! I don’t even know what it is! But I can’t trust you now!!! (He starts to cry)
me: Where did your friend hear these things? They don’t sound very nice.
Jack: I don’t know!! (Sniffles)
me: Well I’d like you to tell him to please not write these things in your notebook. Especially if you don’t know where it’s from ok?
Jack: (more sniffling) Okay.
me: I’m not mad at you but moms have to keep their little boys safe, which is why I have to ask you about things like this ok?
Jack: But that’s my privacy!
me:: You can have privacy but you have to use good judgement. I’m sure you know that little boys shouldn’t be talking about beer, right?
Jack: Yeah. But now your mad and it’s all (friend’s) fault!
me: I’m not mad at all. I will be mad if I find out you’re not telling me the truth about something. Always be honest, even if you think it’s bad. That always works out better for you. Trust me.
Jack: Oh sure! That’s just what parents say when they want to make you feel good about something!