thank you for not smoking

Tonight, Mr. Beeton and I both realized that we have now entered that phase of parenting where we have to be very careful of what we say.

After a very pleasant evening in Leesburg, Virginia which included a visit to Papa's office, dinner at Jasmine, and a photography exhibit, we passed by a cigar store. Of course, passing such a store sparks a compulsion in me to begin asking, a la the Tiparillo girl, "Cigars? Cigarettes?"

Well, Baby Beeton, for some reason, found this to be particularly hilarious and began exclaiming, "Cigar! Cigar!" in order to get me to keep saying it.

Could be worse. I know.

Keep sweeping, Martha

Finished reading Good-bye for Now by Laurie Frankel. Watched Tiny Furniture.