5 year old Xavier

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Xavier: maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
Jacob: what x?
Xavier:...........
Jacob: x?
Xavier:.......
Jacob: x!! *runs in Xavier's room*_
Xavier: I need help the volume won't work.
Jacob: maybe cause you pressed mute. Unmute it.
Xavier: thx ma!
Jacob: anytime. Where is your brother?
Xavier: under the bed.
Jacob:*gasps* x,get him from under there!! He's 2!
Xavier: sorry mommy.
Jacob: hold out your hand.
Xavier:*pouts* nooo ma.
Jacob: stop. Hold out your hand.
Xavier:*whimpers* maaaaaa.
Jacob: NOW,xavier Lorenzo romeleo august!
Xavier: *holds hand out.*
Jacob:*pops him*
Xavier:* whining*
Jacob:*pops him on the bottom* Lorenzo hush!
Xavier:*crying*
Jacob: I'm about to get your daddy on you.
Romeleo:*starts fussing*
Jacob: oh, no no no sssshhh romeleo.
Xavier:*whining*
Chres:*walks in* what the hell?
Jacob: chres get your son. He thinks I'm playing tell him to be quiet.
Chres: he came out of you! Why can't you do it?
Jacob: do you not see karmello in my arms.
Chres: Lorenzo, shut up before I give you something to cry about!
Xavier:*stops crying*
Jacob:*walks out*
Chres: cry to much! Be quiet! *walks out*
Xavier: ugly!!!!
Chres:*looks down the hall* what you call me???* walks towards Xavier's room*
Xavier:*runs and locks door* sorry Papi! I'm just playing!
Chres: open this damn door!!
Xavier:*unlocks door*
Chres:*takes belt off* gon' have the nerve to call me ugly and lock the door on me. Oh,hell naw!
Xavier:*crying* I'm sorry.
Chres: turn around!!!
Xavier: *sobbing* no Papi!!!
Chres:*grabs Xavier's arm and turns him around* don't. Fucking. Talk. Back. To. Me. Again. Don't. Ever. Lock. The. Door. On. Me. The fuck wrong with you? Tell me no again. You'll get your ass beat again! Get in there and take a bathe.
Xavier:*sniffing and snorting and crying* yes,sir.*goes to bathroom*
Jacob: what's going on?
Chres: I neat his ass.
Jacob: chres.
Chres: nigga, told me no and then he locked the door on me. No,nah he knew it was coming.
Jacob: mmm. I gotta go to the mall with ray. Bye.
Chres: peace.

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