Conversation last week in the car...

The Boy: Mom, I'm done with my gum. Can I spit it out the window?
The Mom: Ummm....okay, but whatever you do, don't tell Gramma
The Boy: Why? (of course, is there any other question?)
The Mom: Because Gramma thinks it's littering, and well, it is, but just this time, go ahead.

The boy hocks the gum out the window.


Conversation this afternoon in the car...
The Gramma: So, you let the boy spit the gum out the window?
The Mom: Crap! He told you?
The Gramma: Of course! He told me you guys were litter-ers.
The Mom: Laughs and tells her the conversation that took place with The Boy.
The Gramma: You know, if you hadn't told him to not tell me, he never would
have said anything.
The Mom: *Takes mental note for next time*