One day last week, this lady came to our house to pick up her son from daycare. I was playing with him, and she remarked that he looked like he wasn’t ready to go. My mom says, “That’s because Erica’s his buddy.” She says, “It’s because they’re the same color.” What?! Who says that? Who even thinks that? WTF?!
But wait! There’s more. Something is obviously amiss in their household. The kid’s dad was one day telling my mom that the kid’s aunt was gonna be picking him up the next day. My mom says that she’ll have to ask her for ID. He says, “Oh, you’ll recognize her. She’s high yellow like me.” What?! And, for the record, he’s not even high yellow. He’s just brown. Like his son. And me. I went by the nickname “Peanut Butter” for a summer, if that helps you visualize all this.
