Abstinence not the option

This morning, we stopped to visit my sister, Beth, at work. She's an assistant principal at a high school and on our way to visit my parents, we dropped in at her office for a bit.

After running through the main office and using his outside voice, we ducked into her private office where we removed various hall passes, pens and important files from Jack's reach and corraled him behind her desk. Once he tired of typing out discipline referrals on her computer and trying to grab her walkie-talkie and broadcast his displeasure with the grading system to the staff, he decided walking around on the other side of her desk was vastly preferable.

I was sitting there chatting with Beth, when Jack started saying, "This? This?" and trying to shove something at me. I absent-mindedly grabbed whatever it was he was showing me and it felt ... odd. Rubbery. In a foil package.

Hot damn, it was a condom. Yes, my son is already carrying condoms. You can never be too careful around the sandbox.

I ask my sister exactly what kind of sex ed programs they are running around there and flip the condom to her. She starts to laugh and says another assistant principal told her he kept finding them all over school a few weeks ago, but she didn't think anything of it. She had a stack of pictures waiting to be hung in front of her desk, so she surmised a student must have dropped them behind the pictures and when they were put on the wall yesterday, their hiding place was unearthed.

Mmmmhmmm. Sure.

I did see him furtively stuffing something in his pocket afterward. It's a good thing I'm not one of those abstinence-only parents when it comes to sex ed.