Wednesday, October 7, 2009

next stop is not dancing w the stars...

Okay, you know what? There are definitely times when actions speak louder than words. And this video is screaming right now. Or maybe that was just me after watching it for the first fifty times.... 'Cause when I tell you, this right here, Made. My. Day.

I can 99.9% GUARANTEE you, this little girl's parents have NO idea their daughter is jamming on the ones like this. Like seriously? Goldilocks ain't missed a beat. Matter-of-fact, my old ass would probably sit the hell down if I saw her on the dance club.

Now, I'm hesitant to blame it all on the nanny... For one, most of the nannies I see sitting out in the parks barely want to look at the kids they're supposed to be taking care of let alone take the time to teach they how to pop their booties.  And quite honestly, there's just as good of chance homegirl learned it at school from one of her classmates. But still... it damn sure took a nanny to cue the music, videotape the solo performance and put it up on the web. 

Feel free to insert Dead Fish Eyes.

With that said, I'd like to dedicate this to all the Upper East Side and Park Slope parents whose kids are being raised by someone else. Um, Barbie and Ken? It's time to reassess.