Convo’s with the Pops
Big Daddy: Herro?
Moi: Herro My Fada!
Big Daddy: Who?
Moi: Who do you think? It’s your stupid daughter.
Big Daddy: Oh. Hello rubely daugher.
Moi: How are you doing?
Big Daddy: Good good. Eberyting good.
Moi: How’s my rubely brother doing? He still there?
Big Daddy: No. He go back new yokuh.
Moi: Did you have fun together?
Big Daddy: No. No fun.
Moi: Huh. So he just came and slept, and ate your food again, huh?
Big Daddy: Yesuh.
Moi: That’s why you love me more, right?
Big Daddy: Hehehheh. Ubbah coursuh!
Moi: So how are you feeling these days?
Big Daddy: Me? Ok.
Moi: You sound fantastic.
Big Daddy: No, no. Daddy talking slow. Still trouble some time.
Moi: 100%?
Big Daddy: No.. cheerlgoh percentuh.
Moi: What?
Big Daddy: Aiy. Stupiduh daughter.
Moi: No seriously.
Big Daddy: zebendy percentuh.
Moi: That’s a C, dad. Last time I asked, you were 80% what happened?
Big Daddy: Aiygo.
Moi: That’s not even a C+
Big Daddy: Don’t yelling Daddy. I no yelling you.
Moi: So plans for the holidays?
Big Daddy: Your bruddah say come for tanksgibing time. I don’t wanna go.
Moi: Why not?
Big Daddy: No baby. No go.
Moi: Dad!
Big Daddy: I don’t wanna go.
Moi: But you’ve never been to New York before.
Big Daddy: I don’t caring dat. No baby, no go.
Moi: So you’re not going to come visit me for Christmas then?
Big Daddy: I tinking about it.
Moi: No baby here.
Big Daddy: Yeah.
Moi: So not coming?
Big Daddy: I tinking about it.
Moi: Ah, it’s because you know I’ll cook, huh?
Big Daddy: You betcha.
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