My mom and I get a perverse pleasure in her ability to bust out pop culture references in front of my easily embarrassed brother so I try to work them into conversations whenever I can. Yesterday, we were discussing illicit substances and how one might request such substances. I was attempting to bring her current on some of the references, when in the middle of the conversation, I got an unexpected endorsement.
Mom: I don't think I would know where to go or what to ask for if I did want to do anything.
Me: That's simple. Just ask for a dime bag or an 8-ball.
Mom: I've never even heard of an 8-ball.
Me: It's a heroin measurement.
Mom: Fascinating!!! I learned something new today.
Me: Stick with me kid, I'll show you the ropes!
KIC (from the backseat): She sure will!!!!!
When I related the inappropriateness of the conversation my four year old had just participated in to NannyK, her response was "Well, it's a good way for her to learn fractions."
KIC frequently gets asked where she goes to school. From now on, I'm going to reply "The School of Hard Knocks!"
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