Before the post-St. Paddy's Day Parade Crawfish Boil on Saturday, Papa Red and I took the 2-year-old Li'l Man to Morton Park. An attention-deprived, eleven-year-old kid with two lazy eyes, who was as wide as he was tall, befriended us and initialized a one-way conversation by pointing to Li'l Man and asking Papa, "Are you his Grandaddy?"
Papa: "Yeah."
Morton Kid turns to me and says, "He's got a good Grandaddy. My Grandaddy ain't worth nuthin'. He done cheated on my Grandmama six times. The last time was with an 18-year-old girl. And she was baaad retarded. And fat. Reeeal fat."
A few minutes later, Morton Kid proudly states, "I'm gittin' baptized tomorrow. But two friends of mine got baptized at that church last week. And they said that water was ice cold. So I'm wearin' a scuda suit."
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