The story of the origin of D'Wayne

This one is from the sister perspective
So the story of D'wayne is recent, but I think it will give our readers a pretty accurate insight to our inner workings as the evil siblings.
In November, our other sister (there is one other sister and one other little brother) got a boyfriend for the first time in, well, ever.  He is black, he is a tattoo artist and a "producer" which instantly set us into a hysterical fit of giggles cause, come on, how are you really a producer dude?
Anywho... one time brother and I were walking down the hall and brother goes "whats othersister's boyfriends name again?" to which I answered "I don't know... D'Wayne?... I think its spelled like that D.. apostrophe...W...A...Y...N...E" he asked why and I said that I didn't know- but I pictured a punk rock black kid and the name seemed fitting.  Once that was in my head, our evil plan assembled.

Now we do have to back up a minute so you, our wonderful readers, understand something serious... and that is, no matter how hard she tries, mom's kinda a racist.  She is trying to get better, but if we are airing out fam laundry, this is a very significant part of the story.  I once dated a guy with a spanish sounding name who was also black, and mom changed it to the white version when she told the extended family about it.  Lets just say if his name was Pablo, she would call him Pete, if his name was Jose, he would be Joey.  Getting the picture?  She didn't want anyone to question his ethnicity, cause if we broke up, why cause a fuss?  Now, the funny thing about this, is that this led to our entire fam outing themselves, cause well lets face it, our female cousin was dating a girl, but at least the girl was white ;)  lol ahh racism.

So knowing what we knew from that fateful event eight years ago, we set the plan in action.  Othersister started dating D'Wayne (whose name is just really a plain old white kid name- lets call him John for anonymity) in the beginning of November, but they were SERIOUSLY in love like four seconds into it.  Thanksgiving seemed like a perfect time to play a little joke on racist mom.  I told both brother and littlestbrother the plan ahead of time.  At one point, my mom and I were near the fridge (I can't remember why the fridge was open but it was) and mom was talking about othersister and John.  I got real serious and put my hand on mom's shoulder and said "Listen mom, I gotta tell you something.  Okay so you remember how you told everyone Pablo's name was Pete?  Yeah, well that is why othersister told you his name was John... its really D'Wayne.. DapostropheWAYNE"  Mom got all sad face and contemplative and said "why would she tell me his name was John... that was so long ago, I am not the same..." and then she got this HUGE smile and was like "I KNEW IT!" She was so excited cause how could a southern black boy with tattoos who thinks he is a rapper be named John?  It was bananas!  Dad got home and she was like "you know how I knew his name wasn't John?  its DWAYNE! DapostropheWAYNE"

Man I was CRYING laughing inside... the best part was the recognition of the apostrophe.

So later that night, othersister calls to wish the parents happy thanksgiving.  Brother and I had already left, but littlest brother told me the story of the conversation.  It went something like this:

Othersister:  Happy Thanksgiving!
Mom: Why didn't you tell me his name was D'Wayne
Othersister: um cause its John
Mom: NO its D'Wayne... sister told me... D..apostrophe...W...A...Y...N..E
Othersister: NO ITS JOHN

Minutes later I receive a text from othersister that said something to the effect of "why does mom think his name is D'Wayne douche?"

Ahh family love.

Wanna hear the best part?  D'wayne is the name of John's daughter's stepdad.  Its like me and brother are psychics and geniuses.

And now that we know him, we like "John" but he will always be D'Wayne in our hearts...