Some endings are just so predictable. Take this one for example…
Recent conversation with Put Pie
Put Pie: Mahmah, whe goin?
Unknown Mami: We’re going in the big car to pick up Papi and then we are going to a BBQ.
Put Pie: (holding a toy ladybug with wheels in her hands) Me take dis?
Unknown Mami: I don’t know mi’ja. I can’t help you carry it or pull it. You have to do it yourself even if you get tired.
Put Pie: Me do it.
Unknown Mami: Are you sure? Mami is not going to do it for you.
Put Pie: OhKay, Mahmah. Me do it. Me big gul.
Unknown Mami: Okay, Big Girl. You can bring it.
And you know what? She did a great job on the way there, never once asking for help.
It gets worse! After I took this picture, Papi made me pull it the rest of the way home. The indignity of it! I couldn’t take a picture of myself pulling it; you’ll just have to take my word for it. Serves me right for thinking this story could end any other way.