Snooping Disappointment

Still no word on the new chick. As soon as Thompson leaves, I plan to do some snooping.

I've always been a good snoop. You have to when you're a parent. Especially with boys.

Sandra and I always feared Lyle would one day start doing drugs, listening to rap music, or even worse, downloading pornography. So, we had to keep a close eye on him.

Perhaps my expert snooping ability came from my expert hiding ability. The best kid at Hide and Seek (Me!) always knew where to find others because he'd know where the best places to hide were.

And when it came to computers, I was well aware of all the tricks.

Sure, a quick scan of "My Documents" is fine. But rarely would someone be stupid enough to hide incriminating evidence there. You can always find what you're looking for buried under the most ambiguously named folders. C:/Windows/System/GEOStarter/ Something like that.

Being a self-proclaimed h4x0r, I know there's no such thing as "GEOStarter" and immediately knew that Lyle must have created it to hide his paraphenalia.

But what I found in there was worse than rap music, worse than drugs and even worse than pornography. I found:



It as a sad day. The day I learned my son was a flautist.