CIGARETTE CRAVING

A few weeks ago we all walked down to a free museum down the road that we'd recently discovered, meandered over to the plaza for a picnic lunch, then strolled over to the library for a bit before walking home. It was a mellow, fun morning as a family.

There was, however, one rough patch. It involved tears. Lots of tears. And some displeasure toward the authority figures in one person's life. Check it out for yourself.

That's Teebs bemoaning the fact that we refused to allow him to keep the cigarette butt he found on the ground in the middle of the plaza. Prior to this incident he'd never heard the word "cigarette" or seen one, which made the hysterical sobbing he initially burst into pretty amusing. Of course, he denied the fact that he'd been crying at all .. but whatever.  Silly boy.