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"It's hotta' then a ho." I scrunched up my face after down the rest of my blue icy.
"Den a ho." I snapped my head toward my two year old godson Tiggy whose real name was Tristan, Tonio's son.
"You back there talking that shit huh? You better not do that round yo daddy." I laughed. I had him for the day while Tonio was trapppin. Ian mind having him cause after all, Tonio was my cousin. Family help out family.
"I not say dat." He laughed.
"We finna go see yo grandma." We was out all day. He spent the night with me so from the time we woke up, we went to eat breakfast, went shoe shopping, and then stopped to the park.
"We go see grumma!" He clapped excitedly.
"You better sit yo ass still." I pulled out the parking lot while looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"Gimme my chips nigga." He spoke making me reach next to me, grabbing his bag. I didn't really pay it no mind when he cussed long as he didn't do it round his dad.
"Hm." I tossed the bag of Cheeto Puffs to the back and made a left on my Grandmother's street. Pulling in the parking lot, I killed the engine and got all our shit together.
"Come on." I let him walk in front of me up the pathway.
"This lady always got her door unlocked cuhs. Maw!"
"Waddup crip!" She shouted from the kitchen. Making me shake my head. This lady swore she was a crip.
"Grumma!" Tiggy ran off dropping his bag of chips making me bend and get them.
"Hey my baby! Give me some sugar." She picked him up.
"Don't be picking his big ass up. He can walk." I mugged him. He just smiled and laid his head on her shoulder.
"You better quit fucking cussing. What y'all doing over here?"
"You acting like I don't come over here almost every day." I reached on top of the fridge and grabbed the case of croissaints. "What you in here cooking?"
"Some macaroni and cheese, pigeon peas and rice, collard greens, fried chicken, cornbread, and banana pudding." She hoisted Tiggy on her hip and opened the oven.
"Sounds greaaat." I smirked and rubbed my stomach. "When it's gone be done?"
"You always come in here eating all my damn food! It'll be done round six o'clock."
