Don't Be A Michael Jackson

So Chicken and I have semi-regular conversations about inappropriate touching and the like. I know that being informed and feeling comfortable talking about things plays an important in keeping kids safe. Our latest conversation was fucking hilarious.

Sam: Remember to listen to yourself and tell me if you feel uncomfortable around anyone, okay? Even family or a teacher or someone at church.

Chicken butts in and says ""Okay" before I finish talking. I think he gets tired of my prattling on and on.... I can hear him saying in his head "Sheeeit, woman. Can you just stop babbling and let me sit here in peace?" I would reply "No, Chicken, I'm preparing you for the non-stop chatter that comes with being married. Get used to it. It never ends."

Sam: Do you know what I'm talking about?

Chicken: Yes, but it's hard to describe.

Sam: It's called child molestation, Chicken. Remember talking about it?

Chicken: Yes, it means don't be a Michael Jackson.

Sam: Well, um.. yeah.

Chicken: He's a big, fat, lying child molester that doesn't tell the truth, uses drugs and harms little boys.

Sam: Okay then.

I guess we don't need to cover this again for a while, huh? Michael Jackson may be a total fucker, but the press on his trial probably resulted in more than one child realizing that they needed to tell someone about what was happening to them. Now that this unintentional public service is concluded, can someone castrate him already?