And speaking of my children and their future careers, I think, at the tender age of 2, Molly's revealed to us her true calling:
I'm being unkind, you say, locking her into a life collecting tips and slinging hash before she hits preschool? I'd have said that, too. But that was before yesterday.
Yesterday, my mom gave Molly a little play kitchen for her birthday. We opened it up and this is what happened.
I think there'd definitely be a job for her at Mel's Diner. She strikes just the right note of annoyed exasperation as she explains that she's "makin' coffee," and especially as she tells the inconsiderate customers to "Hold on!" Flo, eat your heart out.
On Raising a Perfect Black Boy
3 years ago