Conversation between my 14-year-old, Ethiopian son and me:
SON: Mom, will you take me to Joe’s house?
ME: Sure. Just brush your teeth before we go.
SON: No, stop telling me what to do. It’s not like I came from your…
ME: (eye rolling) Vagina? Seriously, Bayé? Tell me that you are not going to play the ‘I-didn’t-come-from-your vagina’ card again.
SON: (smirking) Well, I didn’t…
ME: And it’s a good thing you didn’t because I’m sure your ego wouldn’t have fit into my uterus.
(Son offers up fist for a concessionary fist bump.)
