Kids

I am in class and yeah, I know I should not be blogging but seeing as my mind keeps traveling far away from here, I may as well. Actually, a word the professor just said jarred me back to reality. I think he was talking about Trump and the mortgages he has on his building, anyway, he said the word Fabulous. Why does that mean anything? Well, it goes like this....

My daughter loves her aunties, my sisters!! She knows everyones names except for my youngest sister. My daughter knows her as Fabulous!!! I dont remember how that came about, I think my sister may have asked her to call her that but when we went to Kenya to visit my parents in August, my dad was holding my daughter and pointing at pictures and asking my daughter if she knew who these people were..but of course...yeah grandpa....This is Aunty Ify, Aunty Ije, Uncle Emenem, daddy and this is FABULOUS...and she said it so loudly too. My dad looked at her and pondered for a second what she meant or was talking about. "What is fabulous?" I had to quickly jump in and explain that in her own kind of way, my sister has managed to get my daughter to know her as Fabulous....Talk about setting up expectations... I hope when she comes for thanksgiving, that she does bring Fabulous presents for her niece...Akuada, I hope you are reading this!!!Go ahead, make her day Fabulous!