Sometimes (always) as a treat for enduring the tedium that is grocery shopping, we buy Thomas a Kinder Surprise Egg. The other day, as we sat outside the store and opened the egg, eagerly anticipating what
cheap plastic exciting toy we would find inside, Thomas sighed and said
“Oh mum, I REALLY hope it’s not a cigarette.”
He is obsessed, OBSESSED, with smoking and cigarettes lately. I don`t mean he`s actually smoking or handling cigarettes, and we don`t smoke, but when he sees someone on the street smoking he will walk right up to them and point directly in their faces and say “This man/lady is smoking a cigarette! Will they have to go to the hospital?” I usually try to avert his attention and then we`ll talk about it later, the downfalls of smoking I mean. Sometimes though, like when the person is smoking at the park while pushing their baby on a swing, I throw my social etiquette and attempts at being polite to the wind and say “Yes. One day they will. And so will their kid if they continue to smoke directly in their face.”
Anyway, it WASN`T a cigarette in his Kinder Egg, it was a little switchblade.
Here are some entirely unrelated pics of T and his little buddy Luke. They are sharing a bagel and Luke appears to be regaling Thomas with some sort of story that seems to at once be embarrassing and delighting Thomas.