Da-da...?
So I found myself in the ghetto-mall on Saturday. Emmy and I were playing in the arcade while Katie and Natalie went for a walk. After one game, Emmy wanted to go find mommy... so off into the mall we went.
We wound up walking for a while before we realized that they must have gone the other way... so we turned around. While walking back to the arcade... some heavy white chick was heading towards us pushing a black child in a stroller. When they got closer, the kid looked at me and said, "da-da?" Well, I didn't know what the hell to say to that, so I pretended I didn't hear it.
I wonder how many people he says that to in a day...
We wound up walking for a while before we realized that they must have gone the other way... so we turned around. While walking back to the arcade... some heavy white chick was heading towards us pushing a black child in a stroller. When they got closer, the kid looked at me and said, "da-da?" Well, I didn't know what the hell to say to that, so I pretended I didn't hear it.
I wonder how many people he says that to in a day...
