The kid says, "But you never did drugs, did you?"
Me: .....
The kid: "Did you? You didn't, did you?"
Me: ....
The kid: "Mo-o-o-om!"
Me: "It was when I was a lot younger. And --" I try to think of something else.
The kid: "What kind of drugs?"
Me: "Well, mainly marijuana. But--"
The kid: "Did you like it?"
Me: "Well, yes. But--"
The kid: "Mom!"
Me: "But you probably wouldn't. So..."
The kid: "How do you know?"
Me: "Well, you're more like your daddy than me. And pot always made him paranoid, so--"
The kid: "Dad smoked drugs too?"
Me: "Um, well, see, the point here --"
The kid: "Did you do any other drugs?"
Me: "The point here--"
The Kid: "You did, didn't you? What other drugs? Which?"
Me: "The point--"
The kid: (severely) "You're a terrible role model, Mom."
Me: (laughing helplessly by this point): "I knew there was a point here somewhere."
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Your mission is accomplished. You talked to your kid about drugs. And it went well. Good for you!
; )
Yeah, that reminds me of when my kids found out that I had sex more than twice. Imagine that. IN fact, a few weeks ago, my grandson says, Nana, you gonna have a baby. I said, not unless there are wise men in the east and a whole hell of a lot of sheperds and a freaking star and...my son says, see, I told you they don't do it. My dauther in law laughs, and I say, do what? sex? I do sex? I just meant that the miracle would be cause I don't have a uterus. Yeah. Kids.
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