I’ve been keeping up after Mabel, and by that I mean changing diapers.
Mabel, by the way, is standing up against things now.
And I went to Target with Mom and picked out my own flip flops, complete with different-colored diamond shapes. Mom thinks they look like they’re straight out of a hip hop video... maybe that's why I love them, Mom.
Okay, so Battle Royale. Here’s what went down. We were at Isaiah’s birthday and all of a sudden some arm wrestling broke out (I know what you’re thinking, was the birthday party at a trailer park?... whatever). I think it started by Luke challenging Nana, so all of a sudden after she pummels him everyone wants a piece of the title.
So I took my shot.
It was even for a while at the start...
Then I made my move...
And then, like Stallone in “Over the Top” I just ended it.
Listen Nana, you may be able to take Luke and his pythons down, but it’s not just pure strength that wins these contests, sometimes the winner comes down to who rocks a tighter pony tail and who’s got the hip hop flip flops (whatever that meant).
TTFN,
Finley Ames
