January 17, 2011
A few beans short of a burrito.....
I could go in on my baby mama for hours on end but I won’t. I’m sure she has some pretty messed up things to say about me but she can never say that I’m a bad parent. Woosah…..Okay, there is a reason why I’m writing this. The International Lover called me the other day to see how her child was doing. ***insert joke*** Well I entertain it and then I proceeded to tell her that lil mama had to get glasses. What’s the first thing that comes out of her mouth you may ask, “Where did she get that from, I don’t wear glasses.” FOOL, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T DOESN’T MEAN SHE WON’T. So, at some point should I expect my lil mama’s nuts to drop and grow hair on her chest? Hell, she’ll get it from me right? Maybe I should just expect her to be dumb as a damn rock and use a damn See-n-Say until she’s 27 because she gets it from you? Man, I hate dumb *ish!
Don’t get me wrong, I do understand heredity but some things should just be left unsaid, damn….