Zaara: “Mamma, Ronaldo does like this… zuuuii!” [does a gesture]
Mamma: “How do you know? You don’t even watch football!"
Zaara: “Yeah, I know him. He came in a lesson. I watched him somewhere. He’s cool.” 😎
Five minutes later, Zaara starts dancing to Shakira’s “Dai Dai…”
Mamma: “Wait… how do you know THIS song, Zaara?”
Zaara: “Aaaah, Mamma! What is with your exclamation for EVERYTHING?! And you ask too many questions! We danced to it in dance class—me and my friends. Could you NOT ask so many questions, Ma?” 🙄
And that’s when it hit me…
My girl isn’t just teeny tiny anymore.
She is apparently FULL-BLOWN TWEENING now. 😶😑😂
Meanwhile, I’m still standing there wondering when exactly she acquired knowledge of Ronaldo, Shakira and the general workings of the universe without informing her mother. 🤦♀️😂
Mamma 24x7 does the surveillance.
Zaara 24x7 says :"Mamma, please mind your business.” 😭😂
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