SOmething really amazing happened this morning.

I'm still shocked by this. And greatly amused.

This is what happened:

This morning, I was barely out of bed when I got a call. One of my parents' friends needed a babysitter badly, as they had an emergency they had to take care of. Even though it was so last minute, I accepted, needing the money.

Upon arriving, I was surprised to find that their two seven-year-old twins were DP fans. Happy by this prospect, since it meant I could blather on about DP to them. However, I covered the techinicalities with their parents, and the parents told me the kids *were* allowed to browse fanart on the Internet, as long as I kept them under close supervison. Knowing what's been going on, I readily agreed.

They left, and I began playing Candylanf with the kids. After several rounds, they wanted to look at "funny Danny Phantom art". I let them, sitting behind them and keeping close watch on which links they clicked.

We had a lot of laughs, and one picture had us so hysterical milk came out of the twins' noses. SO far, so good. Nothing inapprioate. (We were browsing dA, in case you were wondering.)

Suddenly, my bladder acted up. I told them I had to go take a leak, and carefully scruntized the thumbnails, finding them apparently safe, and told them they could look at some more until I came back, since I was sure of their safety.

I had barely flushed when they began banging loudly on the bathroom door. Thinking it was an emergency, I leapt out and assumed a kung fu position.

Instead, I found the two girls crying. I asked them what the matter was, concerned.

They took me to the computer, where a slash picture was exposed, in all its filth, without any mature content filter, nothing. Gasping, I had half a mind to go ahead and tell the artist when the girls tugged on my shoulder, still crying.

"WHy do people draw such awful things?" SHe said.

Caught completely off guard, I tried to devise a way of explaining that would protect their innocence, when the other added to the conversation.

"That's not Danny! That's some stupid person dressed as Danny!"

I was startled by this, and began to explain when I was once again cut off by the girl's twin.

"Yeah, they must hate Danny Phantom!"

All of this is coming from two 7-year-old girls.

I managed to calm them down after that by watching Mystery Meat, their absoulete favorite epidose, with them. As for what I told the kids, I simply told them that some people like to be silly with their art, and that the picture will soon be off the internet. (Which, if I have my way, it will be.)

When their parents got home, I explained what happened, and left them to try and erase the experience from the kids' minds, which I'm sure they'll be able to do a better job of than me. I also told them what I planned to do about the picture, and they fully agreed with me.

I went home very, very amused, because apparently, two naive seven-year-old girls have more wisdom than a 40-year-old anti-fan.