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"Hey Quan, hey Quarter." I dap up my lil brothers, coming home from college.

"What's the wordddd, what's the wordddd?" Quan rubs his hands together.

"Boy you still drink Pedialyte, fuck on talking bout sum what's the word." I cackle.

Dequarter is 7 and Dequantium is 9. They lil balls of hell, I swear. I'm my parents most well behaved child.

"And what I drink it outta? A double cup. You ain't rocking wimme." He pulls his brush out his pockets, brushing his waves forward.

"Spell double." I stare at him.

"D... U... B... B.. L." He furrows his eyebrows.

"D-o-u-b-l-e. Try again. Stop napping in class lil nigga." I laugh.

"Shut up. You got such a ugly laugh. Bikini bottom ahh laugh, goofy ahh nigga." He mugs me.

"Stop fucking cussing foe I tell momma and Daddy." I push his head back.

"Yea, our sister got a beautiful laugh bro." Quarter folds his arms and shakes his head.

"His ass just wanna borrow $12 for the book fair." Quan rolls his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." Quarter hits him and Quan hits him back.

They get to scuffling and I pull them apart by they big ass ears.

"Both of y'all stop fucking cussing."

"But chu-"

"I'M grown. Stop. It." I say sternly.

"Okay." They mumble as I let them go.

Kids sound so weird cussing. It's a little funny. But it's just distasteful at they ages.

But thinking back, I was cussing like hell at that age too...

"Where's Naim?" Quarter asks walking in the living room.

"I don't know, I think Jahir might've went to pick him up." I sit down on the couch with them.

"When do Mommy and Daddy get home?" Quan asks.