Word to Yo Mama!

At the dinner table on Sunday night after a day of gardening:

Me: “Wow Autumn, your shirt is really dirty. You really played hard in the dirt today.” (White shirt literally caked in dirt.)

Autumn: Looks up at me. Points her finger in the air and says, “word” with all the attitude she can muster. Then goes back to eating.

Um, we don’t really use that phrase. Did she go to Philly when I wasn’t looking?

Yo, Respect!

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