Hey - we'll be paying for his therapy anyway...

might as well get our money's worth!

As some of you may remember (or not - I won't hold it against you!), last year for my birthday we headed to the coast and in one of the many candy stores, I stumbled upon one of my childhood favorites - candy cigarettes.


We didn't find any again until yesterday, when hubby and I had almost five (count 'em - 5!) hours to ourselves while the kid was at rehearsal and then at the movies with a friend. We took advantage of our grown-up time and headed to lunch. The place where we ate sold "old fashioned" candy including, you guessed it - candy cigarettes!

After lunch we bought 4 packs, er, boxes and headed on our way. They sat in my purse until this afternoon when hubby could hold out no longer. I told him I thought it would be funny if we messed with our kids' head a little. He agreed. After all, parents have to get their kicks where they can, right?

He called Cody into the kitchen and held up one of the boxes and asked him if he knew what it was. He then informed Cody that since he was at that age where kids experimented with such things, they were going to go out on the back deck and finish them together. All the while I'm trying desperately to suppress the giggles that are rising, while our son is insisting that I've already talked to him about smoking and he doesn't want to go smoke with his dad! At this point, hubby got the giggles. I announced that if he *did* choose to imbibe in cigarettes, these would be the only kind that would be acceptable, then turned around with a candy cigarette hanging out of my mouth. As a look of relief washed over his face, he laughed and there was some mention made of his father and I being freaks.

That may be true, but he has our DNA, so I guess the jokes on him...again. ;D