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.
This poster hung in my high school Algebra 2 class.
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.
