My walk takes me past a huge Catholic high school, so I often share the trip with teenagers coming from or going to class, and as I walked, I heard a voice behind me.
I figured, given the squeaky voices, it was some dim-bulb adolescents trying to be shocking, so I kept reading.
Then they walked past me (I tend to take my time, since I'm reading, and it was, after all, a beautiful day -- even the elote carts were out), and they were like NINE YEARS OLD. And they were studying a sex ed test or something.
I'm sure there's a lesson in this somewhere, but I don't know what it is.