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When the oldest son was 13 or 14, my wife told me one day that she'd found a dirty magazine in his room and asked "what should we do?"
I thought for about a half second and asked her "was it pictures of girls?"
She, "yes"
Then I said, "Be happy he's looking at girls." That's about the best we could hope for I suppose.
We didn't confront him about it.
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