The Flavor of Shade

My baby is a Sour Patch Kid. At any given moment, he's a sour, shady lil' shit and then the next moment he's giving you a hug and trying to kiss your boo-boo's.  For the longest time I couldn't figure out what flavor he was, but I have finally figured it out...

One day, my lil' poo was sitting on my lap when one of my jams came on. And like any other music aficionado, I began to sing with the song. Yeah, well Mr. Poo wasn't having it that morning. He proceeded to put his little 2-year old hand over my mouth, closed his eyes, shook his head back and forth and uttered a righteous "Uhh Uhh." When I tried to sing through his hand, he squeezed my mouth tighter and kept up with the "Uhh Uhh's."

Yeah, I know his flavor. He is the utter epitome of the flavor of shade. And I'm here for every minute of it because I am sure he can teach me a thing or two. I'm amazed that I only got a small piece of the "shade" gene and it all went to my baby...and he's the only one of my three that got it. I'm impressed