Sucka

Will was in a rare mood today, eager to talk about his day. Normally I ask "What happened at work today?" and get a short "It was busy" response. It's like he's preparing me for the response I'm going to get in a few years from my kids. Oh wait. Half the time, when I ask Guillermo he did at school he grumbles "I can't remember."

Anyway, Will was telling me about a meeting he had and I, half listening as we put dinner on the table, said "Next time you should just stand up and say "Ya'll are a bunch of suckas" and walk out." I, the unemployed one in the family, cracked up. Will was a little confused. "Which side would I say that to?" he asked. "It doesn't matter. All of them."

Just for good measure, I said "Y'all are a bunch of suckas" a few more times throughout the evening to my own laughter, and no one else's. Except it seems Maya was listening. 

Later, I heard her say "I suck." "I suck, papa."

I know I should feel bad, but I can't stop laughing.