
Berkley came running inside after watching the cement workers refinish our driveway, out of breath, and dying to tell me something. When he got his breath back, this is how it went.
Berkley: "Mom, I just saw a CIGARETTE BUTT on the curb! (gasp) I guess the guy that smoked it is NOT going to get a CTR ring!"
I had to hold him back from going back outside to lecture the workers on how smoking makes you sad.
Living in Utah is so grand!