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At Jamie's Pre-K, the class has outdoor time, and one of the popular playground activities is to play "store" in the playhouse. When I picked him up at school yesterday, two of his teachers beckoned me over, all but convulsed with mirth, to tell me what Jamie had decided to sell in lieu of ice cream in his "store" that day. Teacher Mary went to the door and asked Jamie what kind of ice cream he had, and he replied that he didn't have any ice cream today: he had martinis. Thinking she might have misheard, she called Ivette, another teacher, to hear, and asked Jamie again what he had for sale. "Martinis," he replied with great seriousness. "Do you like a tall one or a short one? You can have olives falling down the side, like Daddy, or a piece of lemon peel, like Mommy."

I couldn't decide whether to laugh or blush. Paul, of course, laughed uproariously: "That's my boy!"