Our new neighbors are replacing all their flooring and there has been a man out front working hard on it all week. And he is a smoker.
He came over to ask if it was ok if he moved his truck back a little even if it blocked a portion of our driveway. We were in for the night, so it was fine.
His cigarette was dangling from his lips. Begging for a comment.
Big E's eyes widened like saucers. I could see his brain cranking and I knew immediately what would happen next. Big E whispered to me about the smoking man, and I tried my best to convey the throat slash sign with my glare.
But who am I kidding? We all know how this ends.
Big E: SMOKING IS A BAD HABIT.
Poor, unsuspecting flooring guy: I KNOW.
Big E: THEN WHY DO YOU DO IT?
Poor, unsuspecting flooring guy: I'VE JUST BEEN DOING IT FOR SO LONG...
Big E: I THINK YOU SHOULD STOP.
I looked feverishly for a rock to climb under. Why don't we have a tornado shelter?!
The man laughed and walked away. I floated a half-hearted apology to him.
Big E has seen people smoking before and I always make a HUGE deal about how it is a disgusting, horrible habit that will definitely kill you.
So he HAS been listening...