Adrian wanders down and says "I'm gonna get some coke, okay?!"
Yeah, sure, the Breakfast of Champions......works for me.
I'm still on Cup #1 of my beloved coffee, so this is when the kids could ask for a tattoo and I'd say yes.
Then, Adrian says "Why do they call it cola?"
Imagine the little exclamation point going off over the top of my head. A homeschooling lesson! Yeah! Check me out.....
"Well, cola is made from the cola nut.....blah blah blah......etc.,........etc...........and Coca Cola used to be made with cocaine in it.......which is why it was called 'Coca'........blah blah blah......"
He looks at me and says "They should have left the cocaine in it. I bet they would be selling alot more........"
"That's it. You're not allowed to hang out with the neighborhood hoodlums anymore."
(Ironically, I really don't think he knows what cocaine is or what it looks like....or what it does. The boy is fairly clueless. He's 10. All he cares about is if he can get to Level 7 of some anime video game. That being said, one time we were watching Cops, and some guy had a crack rock hidden in his mouth, and the cops was there trying to pry the dude's mouth open to get it, and Adrian said "That's gross. Who would want to use it after it's been in somebody's mouth!?" My poor boy.....if he only knew.)
Note: Am I dating myself with that Title? Hee...