Ho, listen up. Your children need someone who will raise them in the art of street smarts.

You want to smother them with your love and motherly nurturing.

I will take your children out to the race track and then into combat against Al-Queda. I will help them build character and make them like gods, they will be gods.

Then what will you tell me? That I'm not a good influence?

The hell do you think you are? Bitch, I'm like Obi-won mixed with Bruce Lee. I'm like Jesus and Buddha being forged into one entity. Your children will be enlightened by my saving grace.

This won't be like yo' papa's Seventh Heaven. Nah, I'm taking them to the next level.

They'll understand who they are, what they are and where they are. They will be above the gods.

You'll be jealous because you don't even know who their baby daddy is.