The Chronicles of Babygirl continues.. she's back.....

See, i was trying real hard to do this Heathcliff Huxtable thing.. I sat down and calmly discussed issues with her when i really wanted to bust her forehead wide open.. i bit my tongue when she stood over me with her hand on her little hip holding an orange juice container chastising me cause i put it back in the fridge with just a swalla left ..(I made you heifa i didn't marry you!)  I encouraged and supported her to get her license and a part time job..even after she damn near ran my hoopty through the front door of WAWA's.. "I got it DAD! Chill!"   "And if you call me dude one more god%$# time i'm a beat you with the buckle of my belt!  Don't get this relationship twisted sista! Fake Ass Beyonce!"  But overall I was really starting to see the fruits of my labor  a faint glimmer of hope on this train wreck called parenthood..She were acting more responsible, key word here is acting..i come home and her chores are done the tv is off and she is at the dining room table studying..  She even made me dinner a few nites.  I don't know how in thw hell you burned spaghetti but i ain't mad at her.  "Wow, i thought, "My Babygirl is growing up"  "Um no Dad, i don't want to go to Brenda's party because i heard there will be alcohol and boys there."  Umm hmm..I gave her that look like Malcolm on D Block.  "What's yo angle niccka?"  But i should have known better.  SOmething wasn't right.  It's been too long.  She acting too damn responsible, too grown up if you know what i mean.  The worse thing she was doing  was wearing those damn thong panties with no belt which she knows i hate.  "Skinny girls wearing thong panties is like fat men wearing tight tees.  What's the point?"  My gut tells me she's up to something.  I hear my grandmother's voice, "I don't know what you doing but i know you doing something."   I ain't yelling or screaming this time.. I just lay back in the cave and wait..You got me twisted again Babygirl.. To hell with Heathcliff and smoking jackets around the fireplace, i"m reallly a James Evan on the grind kind of father.. Don't let the smooth taste fool ya..The chronicles continue..Game on ya'll

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvvDoOiSuU0 

yo know what she likes these mocha colored s curl kit phillip michael thomas looking brothas

Why she gotta be gamin?

because she's my child and well game  really does recognize game

<---------Once again thanking Jesus for blessing me with a boy instead of the girl I prayed for. 

Bwahahahaha.....WHEW, I totally feel you on that!

TAW, don't get it twisted BOYS are sometimes WORSE than girls.....trust me, DJ is a good kid, but he, too, did the same things Donnie is speaking of and got CAUGHT......by me....Phil like, "how id you know?"  Hell, it wasn't long ago I was his age!

Now see, you could have let me live in denial.  

Kids kill me thinking they slick.  All the stuff I tried to pull, some of which I got away with but most didn't--Jordan better be ready.

I know, right?!

Girl, I tried to tell his daddy! "Naw, he is a good kid.." ~roll eyes~

So was I ~case closed~