I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT ALGEBRA..BUT "4" IS PLATTA TAT TAT PLATINUM
I CARE
The other day my family (my husband, my son, Boobie 11 and my daughter, Cookie 9) went to spend the day with one of my good friends for a Sunday get-together. Let me get right to the point. I am from a town called WHOOP AZZ where kids are to be seen and not heard. I was raised that when grown folks is talking you shat the hail up. I was raised to raise my hand in a room full of adults to get attention enough to be acknowledged. I was raised that you dont sit around grown folks when they talking.
My children are not perfect but I have raised them to stay in their lanes (a childs place). I have raised them to know when the conversation turns to adult talk, you find something to do. My husband and I dont even discuss grown talk in the car. If we just have to we either talk in codes or we turn the stereo up and lean in to one another. Oh but these kids now a days are smart as hail and they pick up even faster. I try to live my life as standard as possible, providing good examples and teaching my kids the best way to conduct themselves. My kids have been in situations where they knew the kids they were around were about to get it and they couldnt do nothing but shake their own heads.
My husband who is 6'4 about 248 lbs is militant as hail and he aint nobodies Sgt. but his outer is intimidating and he runs a tight ship. Just recently in church they appointed this guy as Sgt of Arms and when I say give a brother a foot he will take a mile...LOL He was live and direct, excited to be in his element, but oh those poor kids. My kids love him to death but the last thing they ever try to do is annoy him or get him going because they know that BOOT CAMP is in full effect.
SOS
So while Mommy and(most likely not) Daddy are sound asleep in the next room, lil Ke Ke is getting quite acquainted with the pole that's conveniently placed in her living room. Lil Ke Ke looks to be about 7 or 8 years old and quite capable of understanding simple concepts like sliding down a pole. I mean what 7/8 year old girl doesnt know how to slide down a pole, shake her little ass, pop her lil goodies and switch her hips these days. I tell you which one, my daughter does NOT and she is 9.
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