No, I didn't

We were sitting in the parking lot of Home Depot waiting for Oma to come out.  A headache was coming on and I just wanted peace and quiet while I read a book.  Next thing I know, I heard something, but I’m not sure I heard correctly.

“What up, bro?” Jory repeated with his head and part of his chest hanging out of the car window.

“Are you smoking crack?” I asked.  Crap!  I’m not supposed to say that aloud, I’m supposed to think it.  But that’s how shocked I was by him saying it, while hanging out the window.  “Get yourself out of the window and into your carseat!  What is wrong with you?  Do we talk to people by yelling at them from the window?”  What was up with him?  I’m not trying to raise some crazy, ignorant ghetto boy.

“No, I’m sorry,” he replied quietly.

“Thank you.  We don’t do that.  That’s not the way we talk to people by hanging out car windows.”  And as I finished the statement, I knew exactly or was pretty sure where he got it from.  He had just spent the weekend with Mort and some male buddies.  Pretty sure, they might have greeted each other with a “What up, bro?”.

Ah the joys of what your kids are exposed to when they are not with you.