Mommy: Chase, what would you like for lunch?
Chase: A gar’.
Mommy: What was that? A gar?
Chase: (trying to remember) A… cigar!
Mommy: Chase, you can’t have a cigar for lunch. Those are icky and not good for you. Where did you hear that?
Chase: From Grandpa.
Moomy: (Rolls her eyes and picks up the phone…. ) Time to have a talk with Grandpa!
Chase, timing is everthing…you missed by about 20 years on this one.
Moomy??? remember the “glass houses” analogy?