About a year ago, my mom walked in my front door with a very concerned look on her face.
I asked her what was wrong and she dropped the bomb (in a stage whisper):
I think you have marijuana growing in your front yard!!!
I assured her that I didn't, but she dragged me outside to look at a weed (but not weed) anyway.
FIVE LEAVES! she declared triumphantly.
It was so cute and so funny that I almost wished it was weed so that she'd be right.
Parents are so cute at that age.
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