So, we went to a party the other day and I was following Sam around like I do at parties in strange places with strange people that he does not know. As we passed by a table of four women that I did not know, I overheard a lady say, "they wanted a handicapped one but one that was a just a little handicapped." I kept following Sam. Then I heard another one say, "and they are going to get his lip fixed too." Then, in my head I thought, "Damn, Sam, they are talking about us!!!" You know you all cuss in your head.
I had to bust out laughing. Sure he came from the "special needs" list. Show me a kid who has spent two and a half years in an institution without a family who doesn't have a special need. I have never thought of him as handicapped. I told several friends this story and the first thing each one has said is "I bet you went off on her."
If you don't know me in real life, then you may not know that I do not take kindly to someone hurting someone that I love. I will give you the unholy business. I will scratch your eyes out, rip your head off and then make you apologize for getting my hands dirty.
You may even fancy yourself some sort of want to be beauty queen, but when you jack with my friend, I will disable you before you can say Miss Congeniality. I'm not afraid of breaking my nose, and I have 30 pounds on you. That's just a hypothetical, of course. My mama tried to make me nice like her, but I have too much of my daddy in me.
Here's the thing, don't call my kid handicapped. Umkay? You may not be so lucky the next time. And what the hell does a little handicapped even mean?
Because I need to round out this PSA with cuteness, here is me and Sammy on mothers day. The day when their daddy told them that if they made me sad they would all get spankings. Well, Sam has never had a spanking and it's not that out of the normal routine for John Hinton so it was not that big of a deterrent.
