The effects of smoking on man-in-the-moon marigolds

A brief exchange with my nephew Danny this week went like this:

Danny: “You know if you smoke you’re gonna die.”
Me: “Oh, really? What happens then?”
Danny: (shrugs) “You go to Heaven.”
Me: “Oh, o.k. Cool.”

(Of course, at some point he’ll probably hit me with the whole “Hell” thing, and then I’ll have to find another tactic…)
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

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