When I worked in Berkeley at a body shop sometimes we need the services of a "detail" man, who could really make a car look good. Just such a place was "Johnny One Stop". Johnny was a soul brother with a white wife and two of the cutest boys, ages 3 and 4. They had dark blonde 'fros and were named Uriah and Boogie.
One time I had to drop off a car at Johnny's. Johnny was sporting a 'do-rag and he asked his wife to run me back to my shop. So, the boys in the back, me riding shotgun.
On the way, the 4 year-old had a piece of rope and was doing knots. He said to the younger, "I be tyin' this rope in knots all the time."
The littlest said (in a high pitched voice) "I heard that!".
