Seven-year-old to his mother:
“Mommy, why is that Chinese woman carrying her trash on to the train?”
“They are called recyclables, my dear.”
“Ok, so why is that recyclable bringing her trash on to the train?”
Seven-year-old to his mother:
“Mommy, why is that Chinese woman carrying her trash on to the train?”
“They are called recyclables, my dear.”
“Ok, so why is that recyclable bringing her trash on to the train?”
Kid to his distracted mother:
“Mommy, why is that man reading his book backwards?”
“Oh, I don’t know, probably because he’s Jewish, honey.”
“I don’t get it. Can’t Jews read forwards?”
Same couple as in an earlier post to their young daughter who is fidgeting in her seat.
Father: “This lil’ n—a crazy! She crazy just like you!”
Mother: “All these kids be crazy. She learning all this from the ‘hood. Shonay don’t appreciate nothing anymore. Not me, not you, not that ball she have, not no gum I bought her neither.”
Father: “Hmm. Remember wassa name? Um, you know, the one that’s dead.”
Mother: “Who? Yo cousin’s shawty, Khalifa? The one that got shot?”
Father: “Nah, wassa name… uh, uh, uh, Princess Di?”
Mother: “What?! Where the fuck that come from? Shonay be a crazy-ass cuz a you, n—a!”