Floating down a creek on tubes at a reserve run by the Poarch Creek Nation the other day with my son when we passed a bend where a woman sat smoking, within a few feet of her child. As Jack floated by at distance he called out, "You shouldn't smoke or vape!"
I added, "My seven year old, the activist," thinking that would likely draw a chuckle or at least a context for understanding. Instead, the young woman declared my son rude before dropping a bit of language I won't repeat and informing me that her four year old was better behaved.
Surprised for the second time, I offered as evenly as I could, "You're smoking and cursing around that four year old." And then we were well beyond her and whatever else she might have said or considered was lost.
I added, "My seven year old, the activist," thinking that would likely draw a chuckle or at least a context for understanding. Instead, the young woman declared my son rude before dropping a bit of language I won't repeat and informing me that her four year old was better behaved.
Surprised for the second time, I offered as evenly as I could, "You're smoking and cursing around that four year old." And then we were well beyond her and whatever else she might have said or considered was lost.