Lil brother got on an anti-smoking conversation-kick while we were driving around town. "Olivia's backpack smells like smoke and the kids on the bus don't want to sit by her...Dalton has to put his shirt over his nose because his house is FILLED with smoke...das so sad to have to live dat way...and Paris's dad dus smokes a lil in the garage but only when he's stressed out, so das not too bad..."
Me: "Wait a minute! How do you know all this stuff?" My mom antennae is pinging like crazy, wheels turning... "Are you all telling your teacher all this stuff?!?" I ask incredulously.
Lil brother: "Yeah-we talk 'bout it in guidance all de time."
I tell you what, those elementary teachers know all the juicy details on their kids' parents. It's enough to make one, well...paranoid. So I gave lil brother the low-down: he better not be discussing my bid'ness with any of his teachers cause I sure don't want some stranger parents who I will never meet feeling sorry for me!
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