My son, dos, recently watched a show about gangs, their history and the hand signs they use. This, of course, caused a fascination with gang hand signs and he began to throw down the bloods, crips and west side like a true gang member. The throw down occurred in the privacy of our four walls so I did not feel any need to prevent the charades. Plus it doesn’t help matters that certain family members appear to amuse themselves with gang signs.
Of course dos’s throw down preoccupation did not escape the all observing eye of tres. Like the sponge that he is, he utilized his super absorbent powers to perfect each sign.
The next day while uno, dos, tres and I were waking through a city parking lot, tres decided he would throw down to random people. He began with the sign for the bloods and continued with whatever signs for who knows how long before uno spotted the finger action. Then the scenario went something like this:
Uno “Stop that you’re going to get us killed!”
Tres ignores the request and continues throwing down
Uno “MOM, make him stop! You can’t throw signs in public! You will get us shot! They kill over those signs”
Tres persists with the [now] over exaggerated hand signs while giggling and effectively dodging her grasp
Uno: a slew of insulting adjectives then “MAAAUUM, he won’t stop! Stop it NOW!” looking at dos “See what you did…help me get him!”
Screaming and wails ensue as dos joins in pursuit of tres, who is quickly caught and overpowered.
Tres “waaaaha, oowww, let me go! MOM, help me….pleeeeasee, oh pleeaase…for the love of God, help me!”
Tres agrees (in the spirit of anatomical preservation) to stop throwing down and the older two release him from the death grip. They prolong the event longer than my distracted nerves permit and argue back and forth…each one trying to get in the final word. I believe there was blame, anger, insults, shoving and maybe a death threat or two….
Welcome to my hood.