Throwback Thursday: Frankie's Kryptonite | Gabriel Iglesias

I found out that Frankie is very sensitive to his mother and now he's at an age where affection really bothers him, not necessarily from me, because if I try to hug him, he's fine because I give him those quick brother hugs and I understand him. Upstairs, you know, though, if his mom is standing right next to me and I walk up and take his hand, he sees that as gross and he'll make his face, ah, what the hell is gross, like dad, oh, that's not girls. , Frankie, those aren't girls. Baby, open your mouth, hey, that's his weak point and I try it every time one day I was ironing one of my shirts that I was going to wear.

I'm ironing the shirt and I'm talking to him about his grades. I was talking to him about his grades. There was a car driving in front of the house and the stereo was very loud and you could hear the bass, so I started dancing. Yes, Frankie started laughing and it felt good. He was making my son laugh. but then he starts pointing, he starts blowing hey, why are you pointing? because you're fat, you're fat going everywhere, you're fat going everywhere, I really go, my fat goes everywhere, well guess what this fat makes your mom horny and he says if I ask him to do something and he doesn't do it, for example, as parents, you want your children to go to sleep at a certain time because you need them to wake up on time to get ready for school.

Frankie's deadline is 11 o'clock, pretty late, if you ask me about a kid, sometimes I push it up to midnight, you know, play dumb, I don't know what time it was, yeah, whatever, you're just holding a watch, but I understand. He used to do it. play dumb too then go into his room and say good night dad and close the door and think he is slippery, take a towel and start rolling it up and put it under the door. so you can't see the light coming from the TV sounds pretty cool, right, but hey, it covers the rest of the stupid bar.

He turns on his huge TV and it looks like immigrants broke into his room, so what's going on? I'll stay up until 2 3 4 in the morning and he knows he's supposed to wake up at 6 his alarm goes off and he sleeps through the alarm and it's a real alarm clock it's not a radio it's fucking all over the place house awake. him and he's right here, so I have to get out of bed and I go to his room and I open the door and I kick the stupid towel out of the way and then I walk over, you know, and I scream, rip it, rip it, nothing. so I shake them, Frankie, wake up, do you know what happens when I shake my son in the morning, he makes him eat in his sleep, that's what happens?

I shake him and he does this, so you know what I do, I get on the bed and I slowly lay on top of them and I apply all my weight, brother, all slowly and you can hear him put your bag in and then I whisper in his ear.