When Zayd got home from school, he sat at the family computer and opened up his gmail. Then, he spun around to face me, and started chuckling.
Zayd: (mumbles and chuckles)
Zayd: Are you going to get mad at Ethan?
Zayd: Come and see what he sent me.
I look over Zayd's shoulder and see an opened message with "(no subject)" from Ethan. In the text box is one word:
I stare at the screen for a moment.
Zayd starts chuckling again.
Zayd: Are you going to get mad at him?
Me: Why would he do that?
Zayd: (laughing) I don't know! He didn't even spell it right!
Me: Yeah, but why would he do that?
Zayd: (still laughing) He thinks it is funny!
Zayd: You're mad.
I walk over to the basement door, open it, and yell down the stairs.
Me: Come here please.
He appears from the basement.
Ethan: What did I do?
Me: Just come up here for a moment. Zayd, will you show him the message.
Zayd: Ooops. I deleted it.
Zayd: Wait! Wait! Shoot! I didn't want to delete it! Let me see if I can find it!
Me: Never mind. Just tell him about the message you got from him.
Zayd: Ethan? (he gets the giggles again). Why did you send me a message that said penis?
Ethan tries to hide his guilt by acting like he has no idea what we are talking about.
Zayd: You didn't even spell it right!
Ethan: It was just a joke.
Me: What if you had mistakenly sent it to grandma?
He looks at me shocked. Clearly, that hadn't crossed his mind. He starts to walk sheepishly toward the basement steps.
Me: Ethan! And you spelled penis wrong! Do you know how to spell it?
Ethan: (stops and turns around looking embarrassed) Don't tell me how to spell it!
Zayd: It's spelled p-e-n-i-s. Not p-e-n-e-s.
He starts heading down the stairs.
I yell after him.
Me: If you are going to send inappropriate messages, at least spell them right!