Yet despite being able to remember the details of being told how bad drugs are for me, I can't remember how I found out what drugs were. So, I was surprised when Lela, at 4, came to me one day and asked "What is marijuana?" (pronounced with enunciation mar-i-juan-a)
Taken aback, my first thought was where did she hear that? All kind of bad thoughts ran through my head, but luckily, the truth was much simpler: her older sister had let her watch a movie with a drug dealer in it. (Thanks Summer) anyway, being caught off guard, my response was "It is a drug, and it's bad for you." After thinking for a moment, she then asked "Can I try it?" "No Lela, you can't try it. Didn't I just say it was bad for you?" Again, she thought for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in her little brain, and I was scared! "Mama, you give me drugs every morning and say they are good for me. So which is it, are they good or bad?"
Aw hell was all I could think, but what I said was "Well, if you buy them on the streets, they are bad, and if your doctor gives them to you, they are good. " I smiled, proud of myself for being so clever. That lasted all of about 2 seconds until she asked excitedly "You can sell drugs on the street?"
So, if you see a little girl on a street corner trying to sell you some Vyvance, please bring her home to me. In case you haven't seen her in a while, hear is a recent picture. Her hair is all over her head because she did not take her Vyvance.
