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It's 7:00 A.M. Saturday morning. No soccer practice. No baseball games. Just the rare luxury of not waking to the alarm clock. Yet here I am. I'm awake because Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" is blaring from somewhere within my home.

My groggy mind struggles to make sense. Must be my teenage daughter. What is the point of an MP3 player and headphones anyhow? No. No way she's up before 10:00 A.M. on a Saturday. Definitely not my 11-year-old son. I actually give a sleepy smirk at the thought of him listening to Avril. That leaves my 9-year-old daughter. I give a sigh as I drag my body out of bed. Not exactly how I planned to start my Saturday.

As I round the corner, I realize the music is coming from the living room. She must be on the computer. I open my mouth to begin my lecture but stop short. It's not my 9-year-old sitting at the computer. It's my 4-year-old. She gives me her usual cheery morning greeting and goes back to bopping her head in perfect rhythm to the song.

Granted, like most these days, my kids are computer savvy. The 4-year-old is quite capable of turning on the computer, signing into her username and finding her way to her favorite websites. This, however, went a bit beyond the norm. She wasn't just listening to Avril, she was watching the music video. The unedited music video

Perhaps I have a computer genius on my hands. "Honey, how did you find that video?" "Sissy was watching it yesterday", she explains simply. Or perhaps I have a teenager who thinks she can outsmart her mother! My brain, almost fully conscious, fits the pieces together. Two days earlier my oldest daughter lost her computer privileges. I did what I usually do; changed her password thus denying her access to her desktop.

"Was Sissy watching videos on your desktop?" "Yup." "But sweetie, how did she know your password?" "She gave me a piece of gum, and I told her." Doesn't get any simpler than that.

"This video isn't exactly something you should be watching. How about visiting "Curious George" or "Nick Jr."?" She looks at me as though I've grown a second head. "Can I go to "Zwinke" instead? It's prom night and I have to buy a pretty dress."

I turn and walk back to my bedroom. I still have Sunday.

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