She was born a Red Pepper but her color returned when she stopped screaming. My oldest son was born a Yellow Pepper and we almost had to postpone his bris.
Setting all joking aside, when I was a Little Pepper I got in trouble at school for being a Fresh Pepper and luckily my grandmother was there when I came home. My grandmother, who is a natural ally of mine, told my mother it’s her fault because she used to kiss my feet when I was a newborn.
(Now you know why Bubba maases are called Bubba maases.
Here’s another Bubba maase my grandmother will never let me forget. She keeps telling me that if not for her I’d only be 29 inches tall. When I was a Baby Pepper and playing on the floor someone stepped over me. My hero grandmother chased the person and made them step back over me thus allowing my growth to continue.)