Later that week, for no reason at all:
Mama Blah: I am going to get a tattoo of Kanye West’s face.You see why I can never leave him, right?
Sweet Dub [as if this is perfectly reasonable]: Where?
Mama Blah: Across my forehead. Would you be okay with that?
Sweet Dub [not missing a beat]: Only if you call him K-Weezy.