We recently went to family party for Husband’s cousin’s high school graduation. It was a wonderful affair with enough food to feed a small country. There were lots of recent grads there, lots of multi-generational extended family and lots of family friends we didn’t happen to know. We settled ourselves in the back yard under the tent near the volleyball net. Pumpkin Pie enjoyed a ton of popcorn machine popcorn and a couple of rounds of volleyball with Husband and The Brothers. He was behaving with uncharacteristic decorum.
At the table where we sat down, there were two lovely, well dressed ladies of advanced years, one of whom was smoking. A lot. After our delicious meal, we went inside to check out the dessert opportunities. Pumpkin Pie said to me,
Pumpkin Pie: Mom, that lady with the white hair… That lady… That lady outside with the white hair, she’s smoking.
Me: Yes, she was.
Pumpkin Pie: She’s smoking HARD!”
Lucky for me, he used his inside voice. For the first time.