Just like daddy
This weekend I went to a barbecue at a friends house. While we were sitting out on the deck, my friend’s three-year-old daughter brought a sandwich bag out of the house and started filling it with fresh leaves. Someone said, just like daddy, and we all laughed.
Until she put a toy ladle in it and announced that it was her pipe. Everyone was silent. My friend who is a stay-at-home dad turned red and took the bag away from her.
He said, “I don’t know where she got that. I don’t even smoke out of pipe.”
His wife glared at him and said, “Yes you do.”
We left shortly after that.
I always tell myself that if I have kids I won’t smoke pot anymore. It’s easy to say, but I wonder if I would really be able to do it. Fortunately (and unfortunately) I doubt I’ll ever have to make that choice. I sort of wish I did.
