Your pencil case is here...
And you tumbler here...
Pencil and eraser this compartment ok?
If you need to go toilet, tell the teacher. Know how to unzip your pants or not?
Yada yada yada... and kancheong-ness from me.
Meanwhile, he was very 'selamba'. Nodded his head a few times - don't know he was listening or not.
It was his first mandarin class. A trial, actually. He picked his own pair of socks. A striking blue pair which neither quite match his shoes nor pants nor shirts nor bag. But because he said, " I am a big boy now, let me decide," I relented.
He crossed over his 'yauyingdoesei' skull bag and announced, "I'm ready."
There goes my little boy! Off to school... sniff sniff! (It's not a school, Mahmee.. it's only a two hour class!*roll eyes*)..But but but...that's my baby... crossing the bridge to the big bad world outside! Be brrrrave, my child!
*hold white handkerchief and wave wave* Bubye! Gooly!...Remember to drink water! Buhbye! (actually looking forward to two hours FREE TIME of.. massages? mahjung? coffee? whatever laa!)
Alas, he failed his trial class. Hahahaha! Actually the teacher only speaks Thai and Mandarin, and he, neither.. So he can't join the class. What a pity!(esp. for me!)
But on that morning, I thought to myself..
Oh my.. when he really goes to school, I would be so proud and lonely. What a weird combo.