A little truth part 2

The following is a somewhat amusing conversation that I overheard way back in the middle of the nineties:

Emma's mother (age 43):
- Oh, look at that poor boy; he must be retarded.
Emma (age 23):
- No mom, you're supposed to look like that these days. It's called Hip-Hop.

Its simplistic elegance has kept me giggling off and on for the past ten years. At times there is just nothing more beautiful than the innocent truth (see also: The Emperor's New Clothes).

I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
No wait! I was being cynical, damn...