Be Proud Of US's Children! They Are US's Future!

 When our Daughter was maybe three or so?!

I'd put small adult colored t-shirts on her with some color coordinated child pants! Of course with a white undershirt! I'd knot the t-shirt tah where you could see her color coordinated baby pants, but thah t-shirt still droppin properly! Yah know?!

She'd be rockin that shit! 

Spray some, "Chloe" on her!

"That smells good!"

Run some 'Blue Magic' hair grease through her hair! Curls would start glistenin!

"Hair grease?"

Shit! Don't have thah muh fuckin time! Fuck it! Anyway...

Put thah kicks on! 

Time tah roll-out!

'You ready Momma?!'

"Yes!"

'Well Let's roll out Momma!'

" 'kay daddy!"

We'd get in that 1993 Burgundy Buick Century! And roll thah fuck out!

Destination?

Unknown!?...

Them were some hard muh fuckin times!

But God damn!

They were some beautiful muh fuckin times amid that perceived bad ass muh fuckin

Shit!

Uhm!

Our Heavenly Father!?

Thank You!...

(Peace! More to come...)