I was at Michael's the other day and amongst all the crafts I found a blast from my past.
Man, did we love these as kids! But I was faced with a moral dilemma. Do I buy these and present my children with candy cigarrettes or do I be mature and pass on something that could possibly lead them toward a path of death and destruction.
Obviously I bought them. And I was so excited when I got home and told Mike - who looked at me and raised and eyebrow and said, "Nice mothering. You are going to need to stress that we don't condone smoking." I thought he might write up a contract for them to sign beforehand, but I told him I had a plan.
So after dinner and, conveniently when Mike left for work that night, I pulled the kids aside and told them I had a treat. The conversation went:
"I am stating from the start that I DO NOT condone smoking. It will kill you. That being said, I got you some candy like we had when I was a kid."
Then I told them what I did condone:
Shopping at Target:
Watching and cheering for the Olympics:
Can I spin things or what? I should have been in public relations.
And so we shared some stories over our "cigs". They got a good chuckle when I told them we used to stand outside and pretend to "blow smoke" when it was really cold out.
Maddie came home the next day and said, "I told my teacher that I had a cigarette last night."
[Insert brief heart palpitations from me and Mike's voice in my head saying, "I told you so..."]
She finished it with, "But then he just looked at me and said, 'I bet you had a candy cigarette.'"
Whew. I'm still up for Mother-of-the-Year.