A 6-year old on the computer playing with one of those Java puzzle things. I walk away to get him a drink (He's gonna die, just die, if he doesn't get it RIGHT. THIS. VERY. MINUTE.)
I'm pouring his juice and I hear him say. "Help." I ask what's wrong figuring he can't invert a piece to make it fit correctly. He asks me to, "Come here cause my puzzle is gone and there is some naked woman shaking her butt on the "computer TV".
I have since learned about the joys of individual screen names for everyone in the family...WITH parental controls.