Recently, I was chatting with my good friend Patti about how we were all looking forward to the warmer weather, the good times, the get-togethers, the special times spent chatting around the pool.
Upon hearing this Kassie interjected, breezily, Yeah and you moms can sit around and enjoy your marijuana!"
To which I expressed immediate and profound SHOCK because, uh uh, no way, that doesn't fly around here? What am I, a member of the Grateful Dead?
Quizzing her immediately on what EXACTLY she was talking about and how did she, little missy, even know of such things she shrugged, sheepish, and said you know mommy. Those pineapple drinks? With the umbrellas?
Ahhh MARGARITAS.
Mystery solved. (Leading Dawn to mention that an even greater mystery might have been solved. If these are the kind of anecdotes my child routinely drops into conversation it might explain a LOT about why I just can't get invited to serve on the School Superintendent's Parent Advisory Committee).
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