^_^ I used to sing that to my baby sister Francesca when she was a baby. My parents worked a lot back then, so I usually watched my siblings. Oddly enough, my baby sister would not go to sleep unless I was holding her and singing Shua shua... I made it up... *sweatdrop* Kinda girly, but I used to go around the house singing to myself when I was little (and ugly... *hides face behind a mask*). She heard me making up a song and she started giggling insanely and then fell asleep! *laughs* Little trip down memory lane... Anyway, I've had it stuck in my head and I can't get it out!
Speaking about insane, here's some funny little tidbit about when I was a baby:
My grandmother is a catholic, so she pressured my father to baptise me in a catholic church (I am not religious, nor ever want to be thank you very much. I chase Jehova (sp) Witness people off my lawn with chainsaws. twisted ). His only condition was, if I didn't "agree" to this force of religion, then it would be cancelled (Mind you, I couldn't even walk yet, nor talk). Of course, the baptism did not happen, since as soon as my father and I entered the church, I screamed bloody hell and began physically abusing my poor father and everyone's eardrums. He had to pardon us from the congregation. They labled me a little devil of the family. What happened to my dear old granny??? I ate her with a spork. That's right. A plastic spork.
Truth is that she converted to buddhism... go figure. And living live and well in Washington. She calls and visits me often and gives me lovely little trinkets.
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