“Always,” Kamden replied.
“Arianna, pass the mashed potatoes,” Essence said. Everyone at the table froze at her
statement.
“Huh.” I played like I didn’t hear her.
“Pass the mashed potatoes around so everybody can try them,” Essence said.
“Uhm, I’m good, sis,” Eddison Jr. stated.
“Me too,” Cyrus spoke up.
“Make that three,” Reece said, gulping down her iced tea.
“Madison, do you want some mashed potatoes?” Essence asked my four-year-old niece.
“No,” Madison replied.
“Why not?” Essence probed.
“Gross. Don’t make me eat it, daddy.” Maddison teared up, and the entire table burst in
laughter.
“Little girl, there’s nothing wrong with my food. Auntie Chavonne, you want some?”
Essence questioned.
“Sweetie, I love you so I will keep it real with you. Your potatoes look like soup a
