She sat in the backseat in a bubble of uncanny quietness.  Every so often I could hear a little creak of the seat moving as she rocked back and forth and back and forth as if her mind was occupied but her youngness could not quite soak up and accept what was on the small screen before her.  The bubble sprung a  leak as she sat up in the bucket seat and with all the boldness she could muster up she said, " He is such an idiot.  I'd like to slap him in his face."  It would be an understatement to say that I was shocked by what I was hearing  spew from her mouth. Immediately she began to read to me  a facebook post from a local adult and the 103 comments that others felt obligated to make.  I stopped her rambling and replied in a calm firm voice, "  We don't believe what we read...ever.  You may have heard there is two sides to every story...but there is not....there are many sides so what you are reading is absolutely nothing but the perspective of the writer.  She turned off the device; sat it down beside her; smiled; and drifted back off into her teenage world...a place that I am close to deciding ....may be a little more sane than an adult one.  Let us adults began to build a world where kindness and courtesy is used in all we say and do....including what we write for the public to view.