Semi-Wordless Wednesday: "Lil' Chefs"

My coworker Ol' Mean Ass Cynthia likes to send pics of her daughter, neice and nephew to everyone at work. She brags on the babies something awful.

I get ballet pictures. She asks if I want to come to the recital.

Hell no. I will be there when they are down with the Alvin Ailey Dancers. That's when I'll be there. And I better get the hook up. I better be on the front row of that joint.

Cynt asks if I want to come see her daughter swim.

No.

I will be there when she in the Olympics, though. When she's the black female version of Michael Phelps. (And I better get the free tickets).

Last week I got the following picture in an email.

Cynthia went so far as to write in the subject line

"Darius ain't got nut'n on my lil chefs!"

**crickets**

Hmmm....

You tell me...

I'm not to sure that they are better than Master Chef Darius.


But I do imagine Master Chef Darius' smile being that giddy when he was a mere child!


So in 20 to 30 years, when these little ones open their first restaurant, I will be there!

(I better get the hook up, though).