*opens fridge door*
Mom, can I have this cookie?
No, you had loads of junk food already.
*closes fridge door*
Time to sleep.
Wait, I'm cutting.
If this takes longer then we can't read books. Do you want to cut or read?
Cut. *tongue sticks out in full concentration*
*ten minutes later*
Ok. Can I have one story?
No, I asked you to choose. You chose cutting.
On doing homework
You have to finish your homework before you go down to play. I will turn off the tv for a while so you can concentrate on your homework, ok?
On going home after playing at the park
C'mon, MOM! Let's go. It's getting late! (It's gonna rain!) (Mosquitoes are coming!) - whichever relevant.
On waking up in the morning
Wakey wakey, son.
*grumbles and snorts and snores*
Ada is waiting for you. Today is school day.
Selamat pagi, Mom. *hair sticking at all direction with a goofy smile*
I feel compelled to write all these down cos taking care of him is such a breeze. Really momantai.
Sure, there are occasional grunts and complains. Like.... erm.. I really have to think about this.
Gimme 5 minutes.
Oh yes.. last week -
On being impatient
Mom, when is Ada coming over?
At 1 o clock.
How long is that?
One hour from now.
Awww.... that's so long. I don't want it to be one hour. I want it now. Awwww...
Sorry, it's not my problem that you are impatient.
Do you know magic to make it 1 o'clock now? If no, stop whining.
Awwww...*plops on bed dramatically*
2 minutes later...
Mom, can I have a cookie?
See? That's the worst drama. Not that bad, right? I even think my retorts were a bit harsh and uncalled for. Poor boy..
Oh, and there were times when he fell asleep in the taxi, and refused to walk. But because he is a gunny sack of rice now, I can't possibly lift him without breaking a nerve or bone or crushing my boobs. So I had to hold his lumpy hand and listened to his kerlian speech.
I'm tired... I can't walk.... I miss Papah.. I want Papah..
I nodded and "yeah, I know...I know" the whole journey from lobby to the lift to our unit.
And the moment he stepped into the apartment -
Mom, can I have a cookie?
As long as I have cookies in the fridge, parenting him is really momantai! No problemo. ;-)
On that note, I don't know if it's him or us
..or that homework is easy and few
..or that TV shows are a tad too boring for him
..or that 10 hours of sleep is really enough
..or that Bangkok is heaven for moms with 4 -soon-to-be -5 year olds
..or that our kitchen is facing west, thus the good fengshui for bringing up kids
..or that cookies really make him high.
To be on the safe side, I won't change anything of the above. Nothing. Simply because I don't need the cane or inhaler to survive motherhood.
I'm gloating, you know. Just in case you hadn't notice. Teehee.