The Song Of My People

Daughter: if you don’t play with me I’ll put you in jail Me: if you put me in jail how would I be able to play with you anyways? Daughter: (angry face, “slams” my jail cell door and “locks” it) See ya never

  Daughter: Ma, I saw your place and it was beautiful ....exiting my bedroom...

Daughter: Bubby do you know how to spell Old Man Jiggins? Son: No Daughter: Do you know how to spell baby? Son: B-A-B-Y Daughter: Do you know how to spell TV? Son: You just told me T-V is T-V

Daughter while putting her princess crown on me: You look FAD. YOU. LISH

Son: You have to color inside the lines so people can call it art Daughter: It’s my art Son: If you don’t color inside the lines people will look at it and say “she's a scribbler” Daughter: It’s not a Scribble it’s a person Son: This is how you draw. Watch. And. Learn. Baby. Sister.