So, I’m in the barbershop this morning, and this little kid is just running amuck. He’s about 2, 3 years old, and just doing what he wants to do. Lil bastard even took a swing at me cause I was getting in the chair and he wasn’t. I think his dad was retarded, or mute…either or, cause he wouldn’t even say anything. It’s like he was afraid of this lil nigga. Triple B had to tell him several times to “get your kid”, she even stopped cutting this dudes hair to pick the kid up and put him in a chair. 5 minutes later, he’s running around throwing magazines and shit, and his dad is looking at him and gesturing for him to come back, and the kid is just blowing him off, mean muggin and making baby sounds which equate to “leemelone you punk ass nigga, I run this muthafucka !” Not once did this dude say anything above a whisper, leading me to believe that he’s scared of his own kid. Now I don’t have any kids, but when I do, I dare one of them to act like this demon. I can almost guarantee with 100% certainty, that my kids will be the most well-mannered lil niglets on the planet. If you’re the parent of a bad-ass kid, you suck. And your kid sucks too. Yeah, I said it.