Although I am older than my sister, Gianna, by nine years, we are very close and incredibly similar. I like to think that it is because I am super cool and hip, but know in reality that this is probably not the case.
Our relationship has only grown stronger since I had kids. Gianna is always willing to lend a helping hand and babysit, listen to my rants, and point me in the right direction.
And, oh my, does she ever make me laugh.
Last week, my sister came over to watch the kids while I ran out to school for a short while. Upon my return home, I discovered that she had attempted to prepare my three-year old son for his Valentine’s Day party at his pre-school by teaching him the chorus lines to Beyonce’s, “Single Ladies” and Naughty By Nature's, "Hip Hop Hooray".
Tragically, Giancarlo was only able to remember parts of what he learned.
What started out as "Ho...Hey...Ho" and "All the single ladies" was ultimately translated to "Hey, single wady ho's."
Awesome! Thanks, Gianna.
Somehow I do not think this is going to further our quest for a playdate pal.