Sometimes..only sometimes I allow heavy Gooly to sit on my lap which he loves doing, totally oblivious about the suffering I have to endure.
And so he did yesterday, after squeezing thru the gap between the table and I.
As with many mothers, the first thing we do at this compromising position is to smell the stinky head.
"Mom, you are so loverish.." he said while I was whiffing.
Loverish? What the heck is loverish?
"It means you are so full of love for me."
Ah..glad that you know, Gooly cos loverish sounds like I am quite lovable but not really.. Or that I am a lover but then I am not, you know what I mean?
So..I am l.o.v.e.r.i.s.h. *smug* (actually more like groan and grunt cos..22kg wei!)