You got me. I sometimes steal away into McDonald’s with my nine year old, and we share a large fry. . .
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And so my nine-year-old discovered the word the other day. On the subway: a young woman, thoroughly exasperated by her fellow rude subway riders . . .
Since I am 6’4”, Black, and a furry dude to boot, I am not your typical Upper Westside Mom. . .
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .
First of all, lemme say that Big Ted’s my man. He always gives me a tight cut, and he’s cool, you know, funny. Got that educated-like slang. (Apparently he did a lot of reading in the joint . . .)
There’s a girl in my nine year old’s third grade class who apparently has been left back more than a couple of times. She’s twelve and sprouting . . .
None of the men in my wife’s family ever changed a diaper. Not one. Not ever.
Granted, my three year old daughter looks adorable in Afro-Puffs.