Days of My Life

I’m pretty busy this week, but I couldn’t let this go.

This seven-year-old little boy named Ray lives between his great-grandmother’s house with a bunch of ghetto cousins and siblings and his great-aunt’s house with a prim and proper Black aunt and her White, black nationalist husband and their extremely intelligent son who is the same age as Ray. Well, Ray needed to know the time, so he asked Aunt Gucci (as she’s affectionately called), “What time it is?”

Aunt Gucci replied, “Now, Ray, you know that is not how you say that.”

Ray sat up in his seat, straightened his back, cleared his throat, and in his best imitation of his perception of bourgeouis behavior said, “Uh, uh, uhm(clearing his throat)…What time do it be?”

If you didn’t get the joke, let it marinate a minute. You’ll catch on, and that’s a true story. Kids are really something. Okay, one more, and then I have to go.

My friend Aileen emailed me this moment about her13/14 year old daughter. Her name is Jada, and her logic is very simple as children’s tends to be. The rest is straight from the email.

This afternoon, Jada was watching War of the Worlds. The scene began
when the family was driving towards the ferry. Everyone was walking
besides the family. I was passing through the den.

Jada: “Why all dem’ people walkin’ carryin’ all dem’ books! The ONLY
book I’d be carryin’ is the Bible. What they gone read! Duh.”

Aileen: “They brought the books with them in case they have to start
civilization over.”

15 seconds of silence

Jada: “They don’t need no books to do that! Dem colonists did it with
just the Bible.”

Aileen: [speechless]

LOL!!!
I hope you got that one. Have a great day!!!!

*All names have been changed to protect the innocent.

NLC