I can’t think of a title today

9 am at the bus stop, I have company: a youngish mother and her 5 or 6-year-old son.

”Mummy, what vices do you have? Pleaaase tell me, what vices-do-you-have? Mummy? What VICES do you haaaave???”

Damn that boy is insistent.

Because I suspect the kid doesn’t mean

1.A clamping device, usually consisting of two jaws closed or opened by a screw or lever, used in carpentry or metalworking to hold a piece in position.

but rather

2. An evil, degrading, or immoral practice or habit. A serious moral failing. Sexual immorality, especially prostitution ,

and because I’m in a good mood and willing to bond with my fellow human beings, I smile a complicit smile; but the mother looks away.
The boy gets no answer but ‘ Shhhh now, Justin..

Maybe she’s being eaten away by guilt. Maybe she’s thinking about reforming. Or maybe she doesn’t want a complete stranger to overhear what vices she does have. Some things are better kept in the family.

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People of blogland, I’m being all high on life these days. Almost bouncy. I know I mainly come on here to whine, and I enjoy every minute of it; but, really, I think I might be recovering from whatever it was that crushed me down for the past 8 or 9 months. So: yay! and thank you for stopping by.