Don't ask, don't tell

This morning we pulled into the parking lot for Elliot's therapy session. It's located in a strip mall, up the sidewalk from an Army recruiting station. A soldier will often be standing out front talking on a cel phone or smoking. Today, it was the latter.
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I turned off the car and hit the button to automatically open Elliot's door as I got out. He immediately points and yells, "MOMMY, LOOK! THAT GUY HAS SOMETHING ICKY!!"

I guess I've taught him well on that one.