SB keeps ticking off Gigi by singing the Super Why song "Hip Hip Hooray, the super readers save the day" in a this total "lounge lizard trying to be Wayne Newton" voice. While it makes me laugh and debate throwing my panties at him, Gigi does not care for Vegas-style shows.
Who knew? We really do learn something new each day.
Hey, Gigi only just realized this past Sunday that I used to be a little girl.
The shock. The confusion. The questions. The repeatedly displays of scepticism were on a non-stop rotation.
Mommy used to be a little kid? Really? Are you sure?
I went to dig out photographic proof but found no hard copies.
Anyhow, it's been obvious that up until now, Gigi thought the sole purpose of my existence was to be a mom, more specifically her mommy.
When she first started talking, any time my own mother would say "your mommy is my baby" she'd scream like this was the greatest of insults, and how dare she try to make her mommy into her baby.
And her reaction to me backing up that statement and explaining that Nana was my mom - that incident actually registered on the Richter scale.
Well kid, by saying I'm only "your mommy" is just plain wrong.
Not only am I the parental unit in charge of your daily entertainment, I’m also your personal trainer responsible for blowing off steam, safety officer, research assistant on scientific (and usually messy) experiments, wingman, sidekick, whipping horse, sherpa, personal chef, doctor, entourage, encyclopaedia, ministry of transportation, and press agent.
Did I miss anything?
I've got to get some more photos of my childhood so I can score some street cred with the kid on the playground.
Right now, in her eyes, I've been an old curmudgeon since the get go and that just ain't gonna fly if I want to get invited to any of her tea parties.
I hear she knows Dora and the real reason her best friend is a monkey. Now that's some gossip I just gotta know.