Xavier: “Mommmmm!”
Me: “What?”
Xavier: “I need a haircut.”
Me: “You just got your hair cut a few weeks ago.”
Xavier: “Mom! People kept coming up to me all day, saying, ‘Trump 2016’!”
Okay…he has a point.
For full effect…you have to picture D’Avonte in floral spandex leggings and a blouse with some sassy sandals and enough costume jewelry to blind someone if caught in direct sunlight…
(Looking over to see her doing some weird squatting motion in my doorway, on her way to lunch.)
Me: “What ARE you doing?”
D’Avonte: “I’m tucking, Ms. M, cuz you know…I don’t have…(whispering)…a vagina.”
Me: “Oh, my, God! Go to the bathroom!”
D’Avonte: “Love you, Ms. M.”
Me: “Love you, too.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 