On the bus today a woman with a baby sat next to me. The kid kept putting its fingers in its mouth and then wiping them on my jeans. At one point his hat fell off to reveal little corn rows. It was cute. I caught his hat and gave it back to his mom. She said to her son, "Look, the nice man has a present for you," and then as she took back his cap she winked at me. I went back to my business, but found myself hanging on her every word. Here are some I wrote down:

"We got no banana?...That's what you call assed out!"

"I don't want no banana candy, I want the real thing."

"You ever try banana strawberry shortbread? No? Don't you ever step to it, you be like [starts licking her fingers] if you do."

"When we get home you tell Rick to smile, and then tell me my nigga ain't the grinch who stole Christmas!"