It’s 2 a.m. and all is finally calm, as it should be after a day of sugar induced shenanigans with pretend picnics, Gangnam inspired imaginary ‘horsey rides’, tap dancing imitations, and hilarious renditions of
It’s 2 a.m., and out of the still, peaceful darkness, I’m awakened by a little voice- ‘mamamamamama, where waoo, tho? Three things to note here: (1) I couldn’t wait for her to call me ‘mama’ and now she yells it, no less than 10 times to get my attention, (2) waoo is water, and (3) she asks for everything in that hilarious format, serious face, shoulders hunched, ‘but where blue, tho?' (when I forget to apply my razzle dazzle highlights).
So her dad gets up, goes to the kitchen, fills up her cup and brings it to her, to which she responds, 'that ain't no juice. Where juice, tho?' He was like 'Gia, you asked for water. Would you like some juice?' She smiles, 'yes'. So he heads back to the kitchen, pours out the water and brings her a cup of juice, to which she responds, face all tore up, 'dada, that ain't no milk, where milk, tho?'. She waited for his response and fell out laughing, ‘Dada, that’s funny, right?’ Clearly somebody's already got jokes.