Jacob’s response went something like, “Dude, that’s stupid. I’m not hanging out with you if you’re smoking.”
A few days later, Hector called Jacob and said, “Hey dude, let’s hang out!”
Jacob answered, “Dude, no way. I told you, man. I’m not hanging out with you if you’re smoking.”
(I didn’t hear any of these conversations myself, but I’ve spent enough time around these two boys to know that they sprinkle everything, and liberally, with the word dude.)
(One time, Jacob called me dude. Just the once.)
Hector quit smoking because a) he and Jacob are buddies and b) they like to write songs together and perform them, which it seems was a worthy trade-off for the aforementioned dope.
Who says peer pressure is always a bad thing?
*Jacob gave me permission to tell this story. Hector is a made up name. The actual friend in question has a way cooler name than Hector.
Not the greatest picture, I know. The sun was setting behind them and I am nowhere near a good enough photographer to know how to, I don’t know, fix the light? Or something. Plus, it was freezing and Carter was crabby (Look at that scowl!) so I had to hurry.
(If you’re new here, you should know that Jacob and Abbie live with their dad and I don’t see them nearly as often as I want.)
In any case, the picture is good enough that you can count the children, and they are all there. We spent the whole afternoon and evening together.