What's for breakfast?
The usual - peanut butter sandwich, cheese and a glass of milk.
Mmmm.... oh hang on.. there are some chocolate balls..the size of a pingpong ball.
4 of them. 2 of us.
Mmmm.. let's see.. Should I give him an equal share? Or do I love him enough to give him 3?
2 or 3.. 3 or 2...4? Crazy ah?...
2 lah..But he will surely ask for another.
Like that ah.. 3 lah. What? So many? Crazy ah?
Ok.. 1 minute of my life wasted deciding on the number of choco balls to serve to His Majesty on a beautiful Saturday morning. Faitit!
Don't rush the Queen ok? Plop..plop..plop... 3 balls. 3 balls it is!
*music slowly fades in - The Queen of my Heart by Westlife*
I stare at my one, satu bijik, yatt lapp hoe kwai yum gung choco ball... Sigh, the sacrifice of a mother! Hang on.. I hear something. Let me adjust my antenna.
"Whose... is that?"
"Can I have it?"
WHAT? I gave you 3 choco balls! I only have ONE! Now you want mine? Yaumougauchor?
What came out from my mouth was, "Errr..NO!"
"You must to be generous."
You must be generous, not to be generous. (Sempat correct grammar) But the answer is still NO!
*inch closer* "Aw, come on.... You must share.....! When a son asks, the mummy must give, you know.. If not next time I make my own breakfast."
Apa you merepek, son?
The negotiation went on for awhile. Finally I gave him the last choco ball. I knew from the beginning that he would want the last one. I just didn't want to give in easily. There is a cantonese saying which goes, "Something something, sai kan choy~" I think it means in life, you don't get anything easily.
So I will be frying some sausages. Hahhaha! Evil me. That was the plan from the beginning. If he begins his quest with the charchardaidai "Whose is that?" again, I am gonna shove everything into my mouth!