So, last year, Stanley, Jerry and I were the only people who would end up at some of the boys' basketball games. We'd cheer our boys on relentlessly, even if they were getting walloped. Stanley loved to shout "BUCKWHEAT!" at any of the uber-white, upper-middle class boys as they were shooting free-throws.
Stanley: Buckwheat!
Me: Say what?! You can't call me buckwheat! I'm one of YOU! You kidding me....
Stanley: (thinks for a second) Can I call everyone else in class buckwheat, and you the baker then?
Me: What?!
Stanley: Cuz we're all the buckwheat-seeds and you're gonna turn us all into bread.
I can't....argue with that.
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