Unexplored Territory

Monday, July 16, 2007

Parent Communication

Yesterday morning, after church, I took the kids over to Robin's street to look at a house that Robin said is going up for sale. As we were driving there, the Man asked me:

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.

Queen continued.

And you know what is worse than smoking cigarettes?

(fearing her response) What?

Smoking weed.

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?

Daddy.

Well now, there's a conversation that I probably should have been made aware of.

Labels: drugs

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Oh Mer..that is so stinking funny.
Laugh out loud funny.
Thanks, I needed that this am.
Abby was riding a skate board around the driveway Saturday and she said to us "hey people..give a clap, I'm good at this!"
Kids say the funniest things...; 7:32 AM
Knitting Maniac said...: Give a clap!!!!! That is hilarious!; 7:53 AM
aleta said...: very cute.... you never know what will come out of their little mouths!!! Have a great day!!!; 10:00 AM
Anonymous said...: LMAO! I would have busted a gut to hear that. Love the things kids say when we really don't expect them.; 11:13 AM

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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.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.