Nick (and his classmates) graduated from the D.A.R.E. program last week. They seem so young to be learning about such heavy topics, but as a co-worker pointed out recently, kids start smoking as early as 8 years old.
Yikes. I can’t even imagine.
Last week, as the kids and I walked into a restaurant to meet friends for dinner, we had to walk past two women out front who were smoking. My kids plugged their nose, covered their mouths, and started coughing.
Subtle they are not.
When it came time to place our drink order, I was debating about ordering a Mudslide. The waitress chimed in to extoll the virtues of the current Sangria special. Madeline turned to me and asked if it had alcohol in it.
“Yes, it does.”
She turned to the waitress and said, “Alcohol is bad. We will be having water, thank you.”
She is too much.
I have no idea where she even got that information, since, last I checked, the D.A.R.E. program was not part of her Pre-K curriculum.
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