So, I was at my daughter’s house. My 29 year old son was there, laying tile for her new kitchen floor. I was sitting cross legged on the floor, watching him. I had downloaded Pokeymon Go (I’m at level 4 now) and we were talking about it.
My son said, “Man, back in my day if we wanted to walk around and see things that weren’t there we had to drop acid, like normal people, and walk around.”
I just rolled…(This is the same kid, who, when he moved out at 17, set all my dead, decorative, battery operated clocks to 4:20. I didn’t notice until about 4 months later.)
So I’m just leaning forward, my forehead on the floor, laughing and shaking my head, “No no no no no!”
His sister, who is 37 said, “I thought we agreed not to tell her about that.”
At that point I simply fell over on the floor, and my son almost dropped trowel!
Of course, I had to check with them later….“Did you really drop acid together???” This sent them into paroxysms of laughter of their own, and through their laughter they assured me that they had not dropped acid together. I didn’t press any further. Some things I just don’t want to know. But if they think I should know, they always tell me on Mother’s Day. Wicked children.