This kid makes me laugh out loud at least once a day. Most of the time, it’s when he’s not even trying to be a ham.
While riding in the car the other day, I randomly asked him, “Roarkie, what are you going to say if someone ever asks you if you want to smoke a cigarette?”
I do this from time to time. It’s how I choose to fight the War on Drugs. Little, one-on-one battles, starting about the time they can talk. Sometimes instead of using the phrase “smoke a cigarette,” I might shake it up and ask about drugs or shoplifting or anything I can think of that could possibly ruin their lives forever, but on this given day, the topic was smoking.
“What?” he asked, as he looked up from his Lego sticker book.
“What are you going to say if someone ever asks you if you want to smoke?” I repeated.
“That’s easy.” He shrugged like it was a no brainer. “I’m just going to tell them ‘No way!’ and then, I’m going to kick them in their private spot.”