Last night, I was on the phone with my sister Krissy, and I was relating a story about Caleb. (Who is spelling-bee-tastic, by the way.) “So, he comes up to me and wants to ride in the car,” I tell Krissy. “ And I was like, ‘What’s the matter, shorty?’ “
“Did you just say ‘shorty’?” Krissy asks.
Oh, but I did. I meant to say “sweetie.” I laughed so hard I almost knocked the wind out of myself.
“It’s cold in the motherfucking car,” Krissy says, all gangsta-style.
“Stop it,” I wheezed. “I’m going to pee myself.”
I almost did, yo.