That's being "found out" - not the other meaning for being
outed.
I came home the other night and went online for a minute. I used
the drop down list of sites to head over to my mailbox when I noticed
something out of the ordinary. So I called out to middle child,
daughter, "L, come her for a minute."
L sits down in one of the chairs in the den and I say to her, "So,
you have found my web site and have been reading my entries there."
Silence. She tries to maintain a dispassionate face.
"How long have you been reading there?"
silence
"How long have you been reading there?"
"I'm not saying I was," in a pitiful attempt to maintain
innocence.
"Uh huh. And the fact that the drop down list shows someone
has been on my web site, at a certain entry, which I certainly have
not been to lately. And, it's the most recent thing on the list?"
Sheepish look, not a smile, just a whole body sheepish thing.
"How did you find out. Did I forget to clear the drop down
list?"
"I'm not telling."
Verbal dodge ball is played for a while, and then she confesses
to have known about it for some time. Has sent a friend to look
at a specific picture there. The friend is from another state, and
I ask if anyone from her school knows. "Oh NO."
So a deal is struck, and somehow I think she likes the idea that
she is a part of a conspiracy to not let anyone else in the family
know.
She says she won't read.
Uh huh.
I suppose some degree of self-censorship is in order, now that
my 15yr old knows where I hide out.
Oh well, sooner or later it was bound to happen. And I don't mind
the "shared secret" thing, it's nice to be special.