Mommy Smokes

Today my mom watched the boys.

When I went to pick them up, she informed me that Jack had told her, 

"Cigarettes smell.  Mommy smokes."

My mom was like, "What?"

Here's how the boys' cigarette knowledge came about:

We live in the ghetto.

We have at our duplex a yard service.

A few weeks ago, the young crew who does our lawn showed up and the boys stood on the back of the couch watching excitedly out the window.  "Mommy, why does that boy have a toothbrush in his mouth?"  I peeked outside and explained that it was a cigarette, not a toothbrush.

Then we went on our beach trip and on the second night, our neighbors spent the evening on their patio smoking incessantly.  So we had to keep our sliding glass door closed to keep the smoke out of our hotel room.  Josh & I were both disappointed to have to keep it closed.  The boys wanted to know how the women were making smoke come out of their mouths.  How do you explain this stuff???

Then earlier this week I complained about the smell of cigarette smoke in our carport and Jack asked why it smelled. I told him that our neighbor boys' mommy smokes cigarettes.

Somehow this translated for him

into me smoking.

Good thing my mom knows me as well as she does.

She knew something had been lost in translation.