Saturday Morning

Brayden: “Mom, I found your jacket hanging outside in the garage … why was it in the garage?”

Kristie: “Because I went out last night and I was trying to air it out and get the smell out.”

Brayden: “Smell? What smell?” {takes a big whiff} “Phew! That stinks, is it smoke?”

Kristie: “Well, yeah. That’s what cigarette smoke smells like and I didn’t want it to smell up my whole closet, so I was trying to air it out in the garage.”

Brayden: “Cigarette smoke? Were you in a B.A.R.!?!?!?!”

Kristie: “Um, yes, I was in a bar. I went out with Mr. Louis last night.”

Brayden: “AND YOU WERE SMOKING?????!!”

Kristie: “No, of course not. But the people around me were, so I smelled like it, too.”

Brayden: “AND WERE YOU DRINKING?????!!”

Kristie: “No, I swear! I had three Diet Dr. Peppers, that’s all!”

Brayden: “And was Mr. Louis drinking?”

Kristie, sheepishly: “Um, well, he might have had a few beers.”

Brayden: “I hope you didn’t let him drive you home like that!”

Kristie: “No, I drove myself home, honest. I had three Diet Dr. Peppers and drove myself home, I promise!”

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* Wasn’t this conversation supposed to take place about five years from now? And wasn’t *I* supposed to be the inquisitor, not the inquisitee???

** Sadly, I really did only have three Diet Dr. Peppers. I had every intention of enjoying an Amaretto Sour or two, but after the first soft drink the waitress just kept bringing them, so I just kept drinking them, and then after my fifth trip to the bathroom I figured I should just call it quits.