Marcel
Marcel: Mommy I got some nice hair am I mixed?
Tiffany: Kinda.
Marcel: What you mean?
Tiffany: One of your grandmas was white.
Marcel: Which side?
Tiffany: Dads.
Marcel:Oh.........okay.
Marquise: *walks in* Mommy I need more ointment on my butt because it still burns.
Mateo: *gets up* I'll get it.
Marquise: 😳 okay.
Tiara: Daddy I want a dress.
Mateo: Why? *gives Marquise ointment*
Tiara: Because they're pretty.
Mateo: *looks at Tiffany*
Tiffany: *looks at Mateo*
Parents: No.
Tiara: *starts to cry*
Mateo: Christmas is soon. You'll be fine.
Tiara: *runs out of room*
Monroe: Ma! *smacks Tiffany's face* MA!
Mateo: *Takes Monroe* Alright that's what we're not doing.
Marcel: I want dads hair. I don't want these dreads.
Parents: *laughs*
Mateo: Good one.
Whet.
Marcel: How is that funny? I didn't want for it to be a joke.
Tiffany: Boy where you get that lil' miss attitude ?
Mateo: *goes to drawer*
Marcel: *screams* NO!! IM SORRY FOR GIVING AN ATTITUDE PLE-"
Mateo: 😐 Chill... I was just putting on a belt. I'm going somewhere.
Oh.........
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Flesh And Blood.(sequel to Rescue)
HumorSequel to rescue. Just might have slow updates . Enjoy.
