Out of the Mouths of Babes
- By Tracy Ames
- Published October 8, 2010
Tracy Ames
My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an author of interracial erotic fiction. My stories are a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my friends. After much encouragement, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
A native of the San Francisco Bay area, I currently split time between Greenwich CT & New York City with my husband, children and a host of pets.
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Good evening,
I’ve been in and out most of this week but, with the completion of this week’s interviews, things are coming to a less murderous pace.
The house has been upside down with Greg’s secretaries working downstairs. He’s been pissy since they arrived. To make matters worse, BC is relentless in his demands on Greg’s time. That being said, here are BC’s quips of the week. Pray for BC’s mortal soul...he might not see four at this rate.
Greg promised BC that he’d make red beans and rice, however we’re out of red bean so Greg made black beans. Mind you, this is the second time this has happened.
BC: *looks at his bowl* These aren’t red.
Greg: I know. We’re out of red. Eat those.
BC: *frowns at bowl* But I asked for red.
Greg: Dude! We’re out. I’ll make red tomorrow.
BC: I’ll eat tomorrow. *hops down, goes to kitchen with bowl*
Greg rips his secretary a new one for making a costly & extremely senseless mistake. She leaves Greg’s office and sits on the sofa. Seconds later, BC wanders over and looks at her…
BC: Are you gonna cry? *blink blink*
Greg: BC! You know better.
BC: *looks sheepish at the girl* Sorry. Are you ‘going’ to cry? *blink blink*
Hanging out downstairs...
BC: Down Kitty!!! Stop it!! *high pitched shrill*
Greg: Don’t kick the cat.
BC: He kicked me first. See my nose?
Greg: *examines injured nose* Carry on.
In Greg's office....
BC: Greg, there’s no Black people.
Greg: *rubs temples* Tracy’s Black.
BC: No she’s not. She’s brown.
Greg: *picks BC up, deposits him in the hallway & slams office door*
Yesterday in Greg's office....
BC: Greg, I can’t sing that song because the man said the N-word.
Greg: *looks at me, then back to BC* Which song?
BC: The one that said the N-word.
Greg: Which one?!
BC: The N-word!!
Greg: No. Which song?!?!
BC: The one with the N-word!!!!!
Greg: Get out.
This morning in the kitchen…
BC: What’s for breakfast?
Greg: Yogurt, fruit, crescents and cheese.
BC: What am I going to eat?
Greg: What do you want?
BC: Steak.
There are more but I’ve forgotten. It’s been a busy week, haven't had a lot of BC Time. I miss his serenade. It’s Friday, and he forgot. I'm sure he'll make up for it over the weekend.
BJ update: he’s still sleeping in our room…no change to speak of. I’m going to ask Mitzi who created Teddy’s bed. It’s so cute! I doubt BJ will sleep in a doggy bed. He loves his blanket, and won’t sleep on anything else save our bed.
Have a good weekend....
I’ve been in and out most of this week but, with the completion of this week’s interviews, things are coming to a less murderous pace.
The house has been upside down with Greg’s secretaries working downstairs. He’s been pissy since they arrived. To make matters worse, BC is relentless in his demands on Greg’s time. That being said, here are BC’s quips of the week. Pray for BC’s mortal soul...he might not see four at this rate.
Greg promised BC that he’d make red beans and rice, however we’re out of red bean so Greg made black beans. Mind you, this is the second time this has happened.
BC: *looks at his bowl* These aren’t red.
Greg: I know. We’re out of red. Eat those.
BC: *frowns at bowl* But I asked for red.
Greg: Dude! We’re out. I’ll make red tomorrow.
BC: I’ll eat tomorrow. *hops down, goes to kitchen with bowl*
Greg rips his secretary a new one for making a costly & extremely senseless mistake. She leaves Greg’s office and sits on the sofa. Seconds later, BC wanders over and looks at her…
BC: Are you gonna cry? *blink blink*
Greg: BC! You know better.
BC: *looks sheepish at the girl* Sorry. Are you ‘going’ to cry? *blink blink*
Hanging out downstairs...
BC: Down Kitty!!! Stop it!! *high pitched shrill*
Greg: Don’t kick the cat.
BC: He kicked me first. See my nose?
Greg: *examines injured nose* Carry on.
In Greg's office....
BC: Greg, there’s no Black people.
Greg: *rubs temples* Tracy’s Black.
BC: No she’s not. She’s brown.
Greg: *picks BC up, deposits him in the hallway & slams office door*
Yesterday in Greg's office....
BC: Greg, I can’t sing that song because the man said the N-word.
Greg: *looks at me, then back to BC* Which song?
BC: The one that said the N-word.
Greg: Which one?!
BC: The N-word!!
Greg: No. Which song?!?!
BC: The one with the N-word!!!!!
Greg: Get out.
This morning in the kitchen…
BC: What’s for breakfast?
Greg: Yogurt, fruit, crescents and cheese.
BC: What am I going to eat?
Greg: What do you want?
BC: Steak.
There are more but I’ve forgotten. It’s been a busy week, haven't had a lot of BC Time. I miss his serenade. It’s Friday, and he forgot. I'm sure he'll make up for it over the weekend.
BJ update: he’s still sleeping in our room…no change to speak of. I’m going to ask Mitzi who created Teddy’s bed. It’s so cute! I doubt BJ will sleep in a doggy bed. He loves his blanket, and won’t sleep on anything else save our bed.
Have a good weekend....
Spread The Word
25 Responses to "Out of the Mouths of Babes" 
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 6:31:40 PM CST
Tracy, I love the interactions between Greg and BC. My brother read it and then looked at his son. He said that he and Greg are living parallel lives because he goes through the same thing with his son who happens to be 3. So, Greg I salute you and the black beans instead of red beans even I would not have fell for that.
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 10:05:36 PM CST
Bless his heart. My heart goes out to your brother. Kids are so much smarter than we give them credit for.
Beans are a staple in our house. Greg will put the crock-pot on over night, and they'll be gone before noon the next day. The beans and peas BC won't eat are black beans and field peas. He'll eat my Grandma's field peas but no one elses. But red beans don't stand a chance. |
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 7:44:04 PM CST
Wow! This surely reminds me of myself in my younger years (I'm only 18!). I gave my parents a lot of hell, doing that. I must admit, I still do!
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 9:54:04 PM CST
Paris, you're too much! That's our sole purpose in life: give our parents hell. Eva has a smart mouth (thanks Greg) but she's tamed her tongue. BC is a firecracker...very much like Greg.
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 9:48:46 PM CST
Trust me, you don't want a BC. He's a spouge....everything said within an ear-shot is recorded for later uses. He's too smart...
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said this on 08 Oct 2010 11:20:05 PM CST
He's still priceless! My niece and I tag team my dad like this! :) He usually runs to my mama for help all the time!
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 12:02:11 AM CST
Too CUTE!!! My son is six and, ever since he heard his daddy call me his old lady, I have become the"ole lady," which amuses my "ole man" to no end! :0)
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 12:59:25 AM CST
Now that's funny! Kids pick up the strangest stuff.
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 2:27:13 AM CST
I love this stuff, Tracy! "Greg: Get Out!" I'm sitting here in my home office at midnight CRACKING UP out loud! Greg's not pulling any punches with this kid, huh? And this whole substitute bean thing is not working for me, either! It's called red.beans.with.rice NOT black beans with rice, LOLOL! Black beans would NEVER do! Meanwhile, little dude wants steak in a sea full of yogurt and crescents and cheese, oh my! LOL! By the way, Tracy, is Greg EVER not yelling at his secretaries? What on earth are they always messing up?
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 3:39:19 AM CST
Debbie, it's been a long week! BC and Greg are best buds. But BC can push Gteg's buttons big time. You'd think, given we eat them regularly, Greg would stock pile beans. Nope! All we have is black and white. BC turned up his little nose and went to watch TV. BC has gotten uses to eating heavy breakfasts so cereal and fruit don't cut it. Hell, my Grandma fried a chicken for breakfast!
Of Greg's three secretaries, only one (Portia) is worth a damn. Those other two are what Greg calls Fact Hounds...where as Portia is a real Clerk. I don't know exactly what happened but Portia lives in Switzerland now and she and Greg were on speaker phone for at least 7 hours sorting out the girl's mistake. |
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said this on 10 Oct 2010 12:45:24 AM CST
Dang! Poor Portia has to clean up s--t from Switzerland? No wonder her husband snatched her up and married her! She's worth her weight in gold and a very special lady!!!!!
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 8:03:20 AM CST
Tracy this made my day. Kids do say the darnest things. Your little man is too grown for his breeches. I could actually imagine the conversation about the N word, why could Greg figure out it was THAT SONG, BC was referring to lol. As far skin color my son is the same he calls us the brown people because we’re here people assumed he would color his family pictures in school using the black crayon but he lets them know “my mummy isn’t that color”
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 5:42:04 PM CST
BC is extremely smart. He's around adults all of the time, so he picks up everything. It's easy to forget he's only three...he's very tuned in. The N-word conversation was so funny. I laughed and Greg threw me out of the office. :(
Kids see color differently. Your son is right, people aren't black, crayons are black. |
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 9:26:03 AM CST
LMAO! I love it! You two have got you hands full wih BC. I see 50Million has meet his match! lol
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 5:43:53 PM CST
Yes he has! BC gives him a run for his money. Momma Ames says it's pay back for the way he acted as a child.
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 4:20:36 PM CST
I love your guys. They are too cute. I miss having one that young.
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 5:46:25 PM CST
I love them too. But you're more than welcome to take them off my hands. :)
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 6:22:43 PM CST
BC has a home in the Twin Cities. He would fit in perfectly with my Greg and the girls.
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 6:49:00 PM CST
Lisa, sounds like you have your hands full as well. Good luck with that! I'm not sure if you can relate but BC often seems to be in a world of his own.
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said this on 09 Oct 2010 7:35:56 PM CST
Wow, the color of people conversation.....brings back memories. My daughter when she was that age was describing her best friend (at the time). I asked her what color was she...black, white? Her reply.....no she's a peachy color. Well that was that. And when I met her.....she was indeed peachy color as my daughter described! :)
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said this on 10 Oct 2010 9:33:24 PM CST
LMAO!! Hush girl! You're daughter is too cute.
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said this on 10 Oct 2010 2:55:52 PM CST
My son is 9 and he still says black people are brown. There is this little hispanic child , his mom and I are friends and he couldn't remember my name so he says to me one day " hey brown skinned lady come here".
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said this on 10 Oct 2010 9:36:02 PM CST
Wanda, Eva used to do the same thing. Children see the world so differently than we do, very innocent.
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said this on 26 Dec 2010 2:33:49 PM CST
You must never stop laughing at your house with those two! These are seriously so very funny! I can't wait to have my own one day.
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