------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Attached is one of my favorite stress reliever. Hope you will like it. CAN'T JUST DELETE IT FROM MY MAIL BOX.(i am getting naughtier each day...lol)
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This is a serious issue ooo!
I was gisting with my niece and nephew today and I heard the BIG one.
Background check: my niece came home with a gift bag from school, her classmate was celebrating his birthday blah blah , I sha rummaged thru the bag and discovered a lot of things so I wondered aloud who the celebrant was and how the parents must have been very rich to provide all those stuffs.
Sha, the following discussion ensued:
Nephew (6 years Old): The celebrant is A and he is my sister’s husband.
Yours truly: (surprised look with mouth wide open)
Niece (3 years old): giggling (as if she was offered a chewing gum cos that’s her favorite)…Naahhhhh
Nephew: Yes or is A not your husband again?
Niece: No…ehmmm… Yes …. (Smiling )
By this time I couldn’t help myself again but I needed to pretend so that I can hear more gists.
Nephew: You remember the day she did not go to school? A came to my class to ask after her (A da bloke too is 3 years old…. E gbami lowo awon omo yii !).
Nephew: they come to Club meetings together (Red Cross)
Yours Truly: silently cursing their teacher for not putting A in Boys Scout and my niece in Brownie)
All the while this conversation was on, my niece was smiling sheepishly covering her eyes with her hands obviously getting embarrassed.
Niece: My mummy said I will do my birthday again this November,(she was born in April) and I told A I will give him plenty gift.
Yours Truly: Can it be that A packed my neice’s gift bag special for her? (I am really getting agitated)
Nephew: hmmmm, Mummy says your birthday is once a year and you celebrated it sometimes back
Niece: A says I should do Barbie cake again!
And she bounced off.
I sat down for a few minutes trying to get myself together. Men! what is this world turning into? At age 3 I knew nada! My knowledge and awareness of that was level -5 not even 0. I probably still bed wet then.lol!
Infact, if a boy writes us love letter then (I grew up in the letter-writing era….lol) we will read with our friends then the bold ones amongst us copy it on the board for the others to digest and enjoy.
Where are these kids getting these guts and boldness (which some of us could not exhibit till we got to college) from? Men I don old no be small thing ….lol!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My nephew wanted to show his mum how good his French was;
Nephew: Mummy, Mummy I can greet you in French (excitedly)
Mummy: Ok, please do
Nephew: Johnbull Mademoiselle!(with courtesy and all seriousness)
I started laughing so hard (with tears in my eyes) cos I knew that was a goof. He started crying, guess he was embarrassed. Sha gathered my self together and corrected him (Bonjour Mademoiselle).
Wetin I no go see with these children?
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Afters…
Had a poll up on my blog sometimes ago, I needed to find out if I was normal or not. Yours truly, gbadun talking on the phone more than meeting people one on one. It is something that is just part of me. I sometimes initiates meeting but I always end up feeling awkward most of the time though. Am I ok?
Someone complained about it and then I wanted to find out if it was only me and thanks to all my peeps who voted… now I know I am not alone.
I was gisting with my niece and nephew today and I heard the BIG one.
Background check: my niece came home with a gift bag from school, her classmate was celebrating his birthday blah blah , I sha rummaged thru the bag and discovered a lot of things so I wondered aloud who the celebrant was and how the parents must have been very rich to provide all those stuffs.
Sha, the following discussion ensued:
Nephew (6 years Old): The celebrant is A and he is my sister’s husband.
Yours truly: (surprised look with mouth wide open)
Niece (3 years old): giggling (as if she was offered a chewing gum cos that’s her favorite)…Naahhhhh
Nephew: Yes or is A not your husband again?
Niece: No…ehmmm… Yes …. (Smiling )
By this time I couldn’t help myself again but I needed to pretend so that I can hear more gists.
Nephew: You remember the day she did not go to school? A came to my class to ask after her (A da bloke too is 3 years old…. E gbami lowo awon omo yii !).
Nephew: they come to Club meetings together (Red Cross)
Yours Truly: silently cursing their teacher for not putting A in Boys Scout and my niece in Brownie)
All the while this conversation was on, my niece was smiling sheepishly covering her eyes with her hands obviously getting embarrassed.
Niece: My mummy said I will do my birthday again this November,(she was born in April) and I told A I will give him plenty gift.
Yours Truly: Can it be that A packed my neice’s gift bag special for her? (I am really getting agitated)
Nephew: hmmmm, Mummy says your birthday is once a year and you celebrated it sometimes back
Niece: A says I should do Barbie cake again!
And she bounced off.
I sat down for a few minutes trying to get myself together. Men! what is this world turning into? At age 3 I knew nada! My knowledge and awareness of that was level -5 not even 0. I probably still bed wet then.lol!
Infact, if a boy writes us love letter then (I grew up in the letter-writing era….lol) we will read with our friends then the bold ones amongst us copy it on the board for the others to digest and enjoy.
Where are these kids getting these guts and boldness (which some of us could not exhibit till we got to college) from? Men I don old no be small thing ….lol!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My nephew wanted to show his mum how good his French was;
Nephew: Mummy, Mummy I can greet you in French (excitedly)
Mummy: Ok, please do
Nephew: Johnbull Mademoiselle!(with courtesy and all seriousness)
I started laughing so hard (with tears in my eyes) cos I knew that was a goof. He started crying, guess he was embarrassed. Sha gathered my self together and corrected him (Bonjour Mademoiselle).
Wetin I no go see with these children?
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Afters…
Had a poll up on my blog sometimes ago, I needed to find out if I was normal or not. Yours truly, gbadun talking on the phone more than meeting people one on one. It is something that is just part of me. I sometimes initiates meeting but I always end up feeling awkward most of the time though. Am I ok?
Someone complained about it and then I wanted to find out if it was only me and thanks to all my peeps who voted… now I know I am not alone.
Enjoy!
