Monday, July 16, 2007
Mommy ... are Gramps' (FIL) lungs still black?
Gramps is a smoker, ladies and gents. And someone along the way has disclosed what smoking can do to the lungs. I am not sure who that was ... the Queen blames Ace, and Ace blames the Queen. So who knows. But my six year old wants to know. I replied:
Well honey, we really don't know what color Gramps' lungs are.
Well, he smokes.
Yes. He does.
From the back: Smoking is BAD. You shouldn't smoke.
No. You shouldn't smoke, Queen. That's right.
And you know what is worse than smoking cigarettes?
(fearing her response) What?
I didn't know what to say. I mean, she's going into the third grade. I need to stop being so naive. But really ... weed?
Ok. First of all, you are completely correct. Second of all, WHERE did you learn that term? Do you even know what weed is?
It is a drug.
Yes, that is correct. Who TOLD you what weed is?
Well now, there's a conversation that I probably should have been made aware of.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Now it is time to pay the piper