Tu Madre

I don't know how well this will translate from a spoken story to a written one...but if anything I can have it for my own memories.

This kid, Darius. He really doesn't do much but he tries to. It's hard for him to focus and he's on like a 2nd grade level so he gets lost easily. We were studying entrepreneurs. The station he was at was Henry Ford. The first question was "What struggles did this entrepreneur overcome?"

He was having trouble answering, so I said, "Darius, what happened to Henry Ford's mom?"...He looked at me and (try to picture a loud, crazy black kid trying to do their imitation of a white woman)..."MAAAH-M....MOM....MAAAAAH-M." He then looks to Deonte and says, "I think sumptin hap'n to his muhvah."

Me: "Yeah...his muhvah."

Darius: "Well, his muhvah died, so he had to stay wit his fahvah."

Every now and then for the rest of the period, I would hear Darius randomly go "MAAAAAH-M." And I couldn't stop laughing about it. He wasn't doing it out of disrespect, it's like he was turning the word over in his mind and couldn't quite get it right.