From the files of “Out of the Mouths of Babes” — and as recounted on my Facebook Wall to the delight of dozens of friends, who offered enthusiastic thumbs up:
Christine Tatum is recovering from the trauma of visiting a garden center with her 5-year-old son and 6-year-old daughter this evening. “Look, Mommy!” the boy said loudly, pointing to a clump of potted carnations. “Is that marijuana?! It looks like marijuana!” His big sister, always ready to correct him, scoffed — loudly — and pointed to a stand of Japanese maples. “No,” she said. “THAT looks like marijuana!”
The couple standing within earshot looked as if they were ready to dial child-protection services.