Today, I had to take D’Avonte downtown to get a copy of his birth certificate, so he could apply for a post-graduation training program. We were climbing in the school van, and my purse fell over.
Me: “Oh, great, now I have tampons everywhere.”
D’Avonte: “Miss M…you’re still young enough to have babies?”
Me: “Get out of this Goddamn van, right now.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 