Learning the Green: A Trip to the Cannabis Store

Oh dear child, it’s that time, let’s go,
To a shop where the ganja joyfully flows.
With giggles and wisdom, I can’t let this slide,
Today’s the day you learn how to buy!

We stroll to the counter, oh look at this place,
With jars full of goodies, each one has a face!
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing keenly and bright,
“That’s Sativa, dear child, it’ll keep you up at night!”

We check out the labels, oh what a delight,
But those warning stickers—what a fright!
“Mom, what’s ‘indica’? And what’s ‘CBD’?”
“It’s to chill out your worries, young sprout, you’ll see!”

We meet Mr. Budtender, quite dapper and spry,
In his green apron, he’s the wisest of the high.
“Here’s some flower, and please, no need to cower,
Ask anything, kiddo, it’s your shopping hour!”

The choices bewildered, like candy galore,
“What's a ‘rolling paper’?” you ask with a roar.
“It’s how we prepare, sweet child, for the puff,
But let’s skip that lesson, we’ve had enough stuff.”

So we grab a few edibles, gummies and more,
And I realize, oh boy, I’m starting to soar!
“Mom, can I have one?” you plead with wide eyes,
“Only after we leave,” I giggle and sighs.

The purchase is made, and we’re off on our way,
With laughter and lessons about ‘greenery’ play.
A parenting win? Nah, maybe just bizarre,
Yet one day you’ll thank me, my little weed star!

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