“(uh oh, she be in trouble)”. Nah. Like most demonkkkrats, nothing will come of her uh, mis-steps. Seems like one little thugs Momma needs to slap the back of mayor “don’t twist my words” in the back of the head as well as her baby boy. Put your hands down, pull your pants up and help clean up the mess you helped make. Takes twice as long if you have to use one hand to hold your britches up. How about someone donate some belts to these misguided youts.
He would cry little a little child.