We were outside washing cars today, when I hear my son repea­tedly saying, “Smo­kin’ dope. Smo­kin’ Dope”

SM: “Uh did you just say, Smo­king Dope?”

BC: “Yup.”

SM: “Where did you hear that from?”

BC: “Daddy.”

Ring, ring. “Hello, Hubby. Ya, do you know what your son just said?”

Yes, we have dis­cus­sed ‘dope” in our house, many times actually. No we don’t smoke it. Yes, Hubby and I went to Hum­boldt State Uni­ver­sity, but neither of us have ever smo­ked a joint. Hubby didn’t actually drink until he pro­po­sed to me… he claims.

So it looks like BC’s going to be that kid who corrupts the others on the playground.

Sorry Moms!