For a week, my sister went, "Ames help me at my stall". (She had to do this stall so her kid can get a space in the atas Maris Stella Kindergarten) My answer was a constant, "No".
Let me give you an insight on incessant the torture.
I wake up, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall".
I sit down at dinner, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall".
I come home from work, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall".
I lay down to sleep, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall". A week, this is what i had to endure.
No, no, no..a million times no. i am NOT waking up at 8am on a Saturday morning, to help out at my nephew's kindergarten where the only boys i'll meet are at max. 6 or Married Fathers to the 6 year old boys.
Come Saturday Morning, at 7am, i got my eye lids prodded open(not funny),with surround sounds of Wake up, wake up, wake up!! and had this to greet me...
So come 8am, guess where i was...
So while i just sat there and grumbled. The sisters got to work...
So like in true Distant Family Style, Everyone Helped! As the day went on, i discovered my hidden talent for hair spraying, (i had people request for my expertise wor!), of course my fave job was that of Glitterist which made all the little girls magically transform to princesses and fairies. And it was MOST FUN!
But if you think this is one kiddy party. Ha, i prove thee wrong.
We won BEST DRESSED STALL..!!!! which of course the ever attention grabbing Donna took credit for..ha. Check out the mighty trophy sia.
Our stall power leh!!! it was most interesting, prettiest, had the hottest chicks, raised the most funds, drew the most people and was filled with laughter that made all the other stalls jealous!
AND!!! like how often does this happen??
HairSpraying a Nun.!!! Most Cool!
However, this is the absoulute last time i'll wake up early on a Saturday morning!!
