Okay, this might be a black thing. I don’t know.
But yesterday morning, my husband and were lying in bed making stupid funnies about my “baw-heh,” (or “bald head” in the King’s English).
I made a joke at my husband’s expense (those are always fun), and he retaliated with, “So, you baw-heh.”
I laughed. “Baw-heh? You sound like a little kid on the playground!” Then I became that little black kid on the playground, retaliating from a remark some other kid made with, “So, I don’t care, you baw-heh!'”
We giggled. Derwin came back with, “So, yo’ momma’s bawl-heh!”
We guffawed! I responded in the classic childhood taunt song, “Yo momma’s baw-heh, yo momma’s baw-heh!” (To the tune of “I Got Some Ice-Cream” by Eddie Murphy.)
Now we’re cracking up.
I like acting stupid with my husband.