My meal buddy

Every time I bring Gooly out for a meal.. let it be for tea, dinner or brekkie, more often than not, he will tell me in his happiest "what a wonderful world" voice, "I'm having a fun time with you, Mom!"

Mind you, we are not talking about McDong or KFChee meals here.

It could be just a char siew pau over a cuppa milo (which we share.)

This lil boy is easily contented, I tell ya.

{This kinda makan outing happens fairly often, almost every other day. He must be one heck of of a happy boy, eh?}

This one, he is just happy taking a dump in school. :P

Let's play, Gooly

I have said many times (or have I not) that Gooly loves playing masak masak. With high hopes, I went to the Ikea to check if DUKTIG kitchen stove was on sale last month. Of course it wasn't. Still a hefty Rm388. Dang!

I haven't bought any kitchen appliances for him cos I couldn't find any which are 'manly' enough. There are all sissy pink and pondan purple {and ridiculously priced}, save for one cute little blue rice cooker bought by Liucas' parents. :)

Hence....



Recognise this toy? Yup, it's from Ikea. Instead of the usual motorcyle, airplane, helicopter assembly, Gooly has made them into masak masak toys.


Taddaaa... A coffee mug with straw and a coaster.

And he also made us play DRIVE THRU with him where we have to place our order thru the speaker:


Him: What whould you like to order? Set A or B?

Me: Set A - Nasi lemak

Him: Nasi Lemak is Set C.

Me: *roll eyes* (as if he really had a menu already!) Ok, fine. Set C. No chillies please.

Him: Ok.



*shuffles about to prepare meal*



Him: Set C done.

Me: Hey, I said NO CHILLIES! (Training him to face loonies in the outside world)

Him: Ya, I did as you said. No chillies.

Me: It's spicy. I don't want it.

Him: NO! I didn't put any chillies.

Me: Customers are always right. Don't argue with me..

Him: Oh..... *in a robotic voice* There-is-no-chillies-you-are-wrong..


You see, he thought if he were a robot, he wouldn't offend a customer by insisting that he is right.

Which is true... I mean, how do you argue with a robot?


Teehee! I love playing with Gooly.

Gambar hiasan

Hormones is trouble

It has been some time since I missed somebody.



Don't get me wrong, I say I-miss-you all the time. I-miss-you like, yeah, it's been awhile since we met, I wish we could meet up real soon cos I really enjoy your company but too bad it's hard to arrange so yeah.. I miss you.



And not the achy-breaky, heart-wrenching I- Miss- You, you know? Cos.. it's so juvenile..so out of control to be missing someone that way.



But yesterday, stuck a work the whole day, I suddenly had that guttural missing feeling. The type that spirals out of control..the one that makes you step on the accelerator so that you an go home and hug him..pronto!



I missed my boy so so much yesterday, the kind that transported me back to when I was 18. Damn those darn hormones!!!!

Regression

Reflecting on the mini misadventure I had (driving with no money), a friend for the first time ever, didn't loe-tim me but offered a very sound advice - to fold a Rm10 bill into the bosom the wallet and never use it unless it's an emergency.

I began to think - why am I so sloppy?

I don't withrawl money.

I don't pick up phone calls.

I don't reply sms-es.

I don't charge my flat phone batteries.

I'm not bothered with emails.

Gah! What's happening to me? I'm in regression.. I'm rolling back to the 60s, eshewing technologies!

I had an i-phone which served more like a camera because nobody ever called me because everyone met at the park and talked. Little do I know that I am more popular now, here, (ahem!) that I really have to nip this nasty habit of not utilising my phone here, and try to be more in touch with people.

Sounds like I have been living in a cave.

I'm a fairly independent person but only when things are convienient.

Things were convienient in Bangkok. I hailed a taxi wherever I go. Papah got his claims in cash, and we always had money in the milo tin, under the bed, next to the spittoon. So we didn't have to drive out, double park, triple park, look left, look right, key in the wrong password, key in the right password, say a prayer, climb into the car, lock the door - all in the name of getting a measly RM50 lunch money.

And the company staff paid the bills. So how do you expect me to double park, triple park at the post office, press a number and waste half an hour of my precious life to pay for all the utility bills?

Of course there is online banking...but RHB sucks big time for online transactions.

I know.. they are all excuses. I have been so spoilt for the last 5 years.

Looks like I just have to grow up.

What ahbu has taught me

My ahbu didn't receive much education, and yet one of the most important life lesson she has taught me is : "Everyone is the same.. even if they look/act haughty, after talking to them, they are alright. We are all human."

In other words, she has taught me not to be judgemental.

I have, in my previous job, served VIPs and VVIPs. Some walked into the shop, with what appeared to have their noses misplaced, a few inches above their forehead. Yet, I always always served them, using proper polite English while exhibiting the aura of "I know you're rich, and I'm gonna be nice to you not because you are rich, but because I just want to." And very often, their stance relaxed, and it would seem to me, they could finally breathe.

There was this Ramona - very pretty, very rich. And cold... oooh so cold. Someone very hard to strike a conversation with. But I was always nice to her. And one day, she walked out the shop, and walked back in just to say 'thanks'. I wondered for the moment, "It must be hard to be rich sometimes, cos you can't trust that everyone is genuine all the time."

Silly me.. What do I know about what goes thru a 'taitai's' coiffured head. *chuckles*

Anyways, I think my ahbu has taught me lots about life, despite her Primary 3 education level.

I have a few years back drafted a list for Gooly.

What legacy do you want to leave your child(ren)? You know, raising kids is not just about feeding them and buying them stuff. You gotta teach them life-long philosophical lessons like "Don't marry a girl who doesn't shave her armpits.."

Driving with no money

Yesterday we were invited to a birthday party. I used the tollway and as I unzipped my wallet, I realised that I have left my stash of million dollars at home. Shoot! Paid the RM1.50 with two notes and muttered to myself not to use any tollway on the way home.

We were one of the last few guests to leave. When we did leave, I took a wrong turn which lead me to desserted roads.. Double Shoooot!

...I followed the Road Signs to Sri Kembangan.. Bukit Kommonweatlh..while muttering, "Oh God Oh God..." and of course, "Quiet, Gooly.. I need to drive us home without using any toll ways..."

Finally, we came to Puchong, and I do know fairly well that I would reach home using the LDP. Only one toll to pay- RM1.60. Dare I rummage through my wallet for some more loose coins?

Of course I had to, manuevering with one hand, digging with the other while praying with a brain numbed from fear.. and I found -

One Rm1 note, 2 twenty cents, 1 ten cent, and 2 five cents - a total of RM1.60. No more, no less.

What d'ya say to that? :)

Thank you GOD, of course!

Gooly - wait for me!

OK.. so most of the time, I feel like 'whaling' on the bed. You know like how some helpless whales get beached and they just lie there motionlees? Yeah.. I have been doing that loads.. Sometimes with flies hovering my open-ed mouth.

So I feel kinda sorry for Gooly that I am always tired. But oh, he is such an understanding boy. Sometimes when I 'whale', I hear the soft click of the door. He closes the door so the sound outside doesn't disturb me (or it could be that he doesn't want his cousin to come in the room and rummage thru his treasure chest). And sometimes, little hands chop up my back, in what he calls, a massage.

Sweet.

And so (again), when ever I'm up to it, I haul my ass up and do stuff with him, such as:


a. dance with him. Oh yeah.. he loves the way I jiggy.



b. park the car, and walk him to his classroom, hug, kiss, wave 'saranora' a hundred times.



c. sing 'Ghostduster!' a million times to his "Who you gonna call?"



d. read Little Miss and Little Men again and again and again..and then one more time.


e. do some 'Gym' which ends up looking like some weird sacrificial ceremony.


Wait for me Gooly.. I will be back in action! :D When I am, I will even do the jumping jacks with you...Meanwhile, hold my hand and walk slowly with me, ok?

Author's note: Sometimes it's great to have friends who just come and whoop you out of bed. "Get up, get dressed, get going" - beats lying on the bed like some hypocondriac.

Gooly's classmates

I know how Gooly likes it when I walk him to his class. So I try to do it as much as I can, simply because he likes it.

Today being Thursday, the first period is P.E. So I lingered a while to see pig-tailed girls and snotty boys lining up choo-choo train style to the designated area for some hullabaloo actions.

Sure enough, their laughter and chatters came before their presence.

The first girl said, "Owen mother.. Owen mother...!" I felt like correcting her grammar, but a smile crept in instead.

The others thronged in smiling and waving at me.

And then Edison, more popularly known as Accident, flew me kisses with very very loud MUACK MUACK MUACK sounds. If it wasn't for his cute sense of fashion (very high-waisted pants, with shirt tucked in), I would have charged him for that. *chuckle*

And then I saw my own son.. smiling so happily with a loud MOM! And waving madly and smiling some more.

And we all heard, "Owen! I kissed your mom!" which drew laughter from everyone.

This Accident is crag, I tell you..

That would have sound so wrong if they were 16.. but coming from someone who is nearly 6, it gotta make you laugh.

Not wanting to lose out, Gooly of course ran back, and gave me a peck on the cheek.

Ah.. kids.. They are cute, aren't they? Especially when you don't have to spend 24/7 with them.

Tonight

I was mucking on my bed a while ago. Yeah.. I tend to that a lot these days. Mucking and mucking and mucking some more.

Gooly is now rather self-reliant. So he was out there..somewhere.. in the kitchen, living room..doing something. Probably wearing his belt on the outside pretending to be Power Rangers again.

And then suddenly people were leaving the house.. for extra snacks .. or to my brother's house which is an annex to Toys' R Us. Woohoo..plenty of toys to play with.

Surprisingly, Gooly didn't want to go. He came in, looking so adorably cute despite his fashion faux-pas (the belt on the outside). Pulled his striking green Ikea stool next to the bed, and started paying me some serious attention.

His hair is slightly longish now.. and I do the crime of tugging his sideburn behind his ears all the time. He hates that.. Ruffles up his own hair every time I do that. But always with a smile. And that makes me smile too. :)

He then completed his work books while I lay motionless like a whale.

And then we heard a 'thump'. We hear that a few times in a day. It's the sound of my ahbu's walking stick dropping unto the floor. He hurried out to help nainai pick up her 'tongkat'.

My boy is sweet like that.

The outside world must have been bustling with activities just now - buka puasa, classes, dinner. As quiet as it seems over here, we two had a whale of a time too.. just mucking.

Cray

I noticed that Gooly, being a keen observer himself, has been calling people crazy. Well, yeah.. everyone is either loco or maniacal, but that doesn't warrant him the right to call people as such so honestly and openly. You never know what crazy people might do (I'm one of them).. *skull drilling sound*

So I put a stop to it. No more calling people crazy.

Yes mama. Sure mama. Ok mama.

But being a neologist or a word-smith, if you like... he somehow rounded up his brain cells and started to coin his own words (again) which are synonyms to 'crazy'.

He has done that before, making up the word Kum-Seng (to describe people like YOU, YOU and YOU!) but reverted to plain ole 'crazy' recently.

And then this time is 'cray'.

It's an adjective which you can use to describe your mother in law.

"Your momma is so cray.. she makes Britney and Lady Gaga look normal."*

Ahh... isn't it cool????

So now he still calls people crazy.. but it's just people do not know (except you).. which makes him safer, I think.

*we are not responsible if you are scratched off the inheritance after the usage of "cray".

GEMS!

Truth be told, I was not very happy last week.

Oh yeah..Gooly mama was depressed.


And usually when that happens, I would push the 'recluse' button and go hibernate in a cave.


And as though struck by M. Night Syamalan's no. 6th symphony (cos 6th sense freaks me out), sms-es, emails, messages started pouring in. Normally they are not so keen to 'layan' me.


"Worried sick about you.."


"Is something amiss?"


"Something is wrong..?"



I don't know how they know...but they knew! I'm just so glad (if not, freaked out) with their telepathic skills cos knowing that people care makes everything easier.


I hope, really hope I am equipped with such a skill too.

You know, knowing and being there for you peeps, even when you don't say it out loud.

So here's to you guys..




I wuv you guys.. for loving every inch and ounce of me, taking care of my mind and soul, and just being there. *tears*

(I curi-ed this song from somebody who sang this to me .. How often do you get serenaded huh? Once in a lifetime pun sudah cukup to feel worthy....:) )

Sweet Gooly

My ahbu was due for a hospital blood check-up this morning at 7am! Grrrr! Naturally my current situation makes it such a pain to drag my ass up so early.

Being a bit of a drama queen, my ahbu was contemplating on taking a taxi there by herself.

Gooly eavesdropped the conversation (carried out in Cantonese), and somehow deciphered a few words on his own (taxi..hospital..), and asked "Why is nai nai taking a taxi to the hospital?"

So I said, "Nai nai notti!"

He walked up to nai nai and in his sweetest, gentlest, lum-sei-yan voice, he said -

Nai nai, mingtien ni bu yau je ji chu hospital, hau bu hau? (Nai nai, tomorrow you don't go to the hospital by yourself, ok?)

I felt compelled to write that in Mandarin cos his 'hau bu hau' was really saccharine sweet. He was really afraid someone would kidnap his beloved nai-nai.

*melts*

*yawn* So I was up since 7...so sleepy now....~~~

Wo

While we can't escape the suffixes lah, mah, lor etc. in our daily conversation, I do try to limit their existence in Gooly's speech.. well, that is until he is able to switch comfortably from using them at mamak stalls to total wipe-out during formal presentations.



Today he convieniently inserted the dreaded suffix in his "I can't erase it" making it "I can't erase it wo~~"



So I casually corrected him, and said, "It's alright when you are speaking Chinese." I immediately regretted as soon as those were said so I back-pedalled quickly. "Nah.. even those words don't exist in Chinese. Do they? Wo.. what is wo? Can you think how to write wo?" I challenged.



I was of course being non-sensical. How is a 5 year old gonna write WO in chinese when I seriously and confidently thought the word doesn't exist. Actually I doubt he can actually combine W and O to make the WO (morpheme? Bah! Goodbye forever Semantics 404!) sound even. Ha!



BUT!



He took a pen. Confidently.



And I went, "Woooooaaaat? Is he really going to crack his head over this?"



And he presented this...

Ha! (Thats wo meaning I, me, myself). Pretty ingenious.

And he proceeded with the presentation of the hanyu pinyin of 'wo' with its four tonal sounds. And because this character is pronounced using the 3rd tone (I think!), he suggested that we replace the usual hiao-hiao sing song 'wo~' to a sterner, more serious tone and more adjusted to the 3rd tone of the proper word 'wo'.

Are we all confused yet??

I think so wo~~...I mean wo! (3rd tone).

Gooly - The water provider

Since we got the bunk bed, we'd put a bottle of water next to Gooly's pillow, just in case...

And every morning, he wakes and gulps some water and I hear, "MOM!" and his little hand dangling from the top with his bottle. "Drink some!"

I don't know why the insistence on this rather annoying habit. I mean I can haul my ass up to the kitchen and get myself a glass of water anytime I want , right? Why does he wake me up to pass me something which I may/may not want at 7.34am? I was getting just a little ..very little annoyed.. Until...

Mamapumpkin told me "Drink lots of water to help with the morning sickness.." (a very sound advice!)

Owh.....You see how Gooly is always there doing little stuff at the right time to help me? Good Lordy for him!

It's funny how Gooly is always so 'co-incidental' - doing or saying stuff intentionally, unintentionally, at the right time at the right place, making me a very blessed mom.

Gooly-the problem solver

It has been awhile that Gooly complained about his ride home. He didn't like to be the last to hop off the van.

I can't really ask the van lady to change her route. So I kinda told him to grin and bear it.

Every Wednesday, his face was glum when he realised he was taking the van home. Every Monday and Tuesday, he yahoo-ed that I was coming to pick him up.

And he would announce, "I'm the last one home again.." with a pitiful face. Something like, "I didn't get picked at baseball again.."

I don't think the van lady makes a good company.

I did feel sorry, and wondered if I should tell the lady to bring him home first, only ended up telling him, "It won't be long before you change school and don't have to ride in that van anymore.." and also, "Sometimes things don't go your way.."

Two days ago, he plucked up his courage and put in his request to the van lady. And whadya know... she sent him home before the other 3 students!

"MOM! I was not the last..there are 3 more in the van!"

*chuckle*

Ah.. I guess sometimes you have to ask to receive. ;-)

Fedora Hats

The only thing that I adorn on my head would be caps. Sometimes I do wish to be living in other countries where you don't get stared at when you become more adventurous in fashion. Then I can don on fancier hats like Fedora Hats, and matching boots and scarf.

But then I know fedoras have been a must-have in the closet amongst bolder youngsters, the ladies especially. They must have chosen theirs from this site- fedora hats for women, with all the cute and trendy fedoras.

I like it when I see girls matching their fedoras with summer-like dresses. And I also like how Jason Mraz is always seen with one. Ultra cool, and laid back look he has, with that fedora of his.

Gooly's take

They say that I shouln't be talking much about it. Some pantang stuff.. But what the heck, can i just pretend like I having a monologue here?

Cos I really can't contain the mirth.. especially about how well Gooly accepted the news. I did contemplate on telling him later, but papah was really excited to share the news with him.

So he came tapping the tummy, very very gently. Hoping that its gonna be a mei mei.

And then he surprised me with his knowledge: you cannot run, mom, baby is gonna get food from you from the 'amber-likel' cord. And when I put the laptop on my lap, he said it's too hot for baby's comfort.

He told my mom that, "there is a baobei in mum's tummy". It's an honest mistake. He didn't know how to say baby in Mandarin. And probably heard baobei (precious) from somewhere else.

He was smart to ask, "How do you know you have a baby when your tummy is not big yet?" Ah...thats why parents always tell the kids only when the tummy is showing.. makes better sense to them, eh?

And he was all sweet when he starts collecting bolsters and such for baby: "Yee yee, can I keep this for my baby?"

Gooly oh gooly... sweet and tender (even though you have been watching tonnes of Power Ranger!)

POSITIVE!

Are you readeh?!

Negaragu

Sempena Merdeka, the school has taught a lot about our country. Very the semangat and patriotic. So Gooly came back and sang me the National Anthem-

Negaragu
Nanah lumpahnya lalagu
Raya hidu
Bersadu dan baju
Rama bagia
Duhan kuniaga
Raja gitar
Selamak bertakde...

He also told me that our national flag has four colours - yellow for the king and queen, red for bravery, white for the many people (races) and blue - "I forgot what."

The flag is called Jagung Gemilang.

The first prime minister went to London and told them, "You have to let us take care of ourselves."

That's Sejarah Hari Ini for you.. brought to you by Gooly.

Lizard, You Die!!

There is a lizard staying under the lazy susan in my kitchen for yonks! Gooly decided to build a contraption to trap it.

First he did the neccessary research: "Mom, what do lizards eat?"

That would be mozzies, I think.

Then he quickly put his ideas on blueprint.

Tadaa..Presenting the patented Super Fast Canon Lizard Trap!

Stupid image wouldn't be turned..Just tilt your head-lah, ok? Those ketul ketul are not shits..but clouds.

From what I understand:
1. it's a machine which runs on Solar power.
2. it's shaped like a canon, works like a canon, shooting out a net to capture the lizard.
3. there will be some mozzies in a basket to lure the lizard

Stupid image wouldn't..am I repeating myself here? Say, I am!

Each parts are labeled accordingly. I like that he has been very thorough with his design- putting in wheels and a handle to push it.

When he was done designing, I gave him a two thumbs up! Impressed indeed I was. But then he asked for a fund and a trip to the hardware shop to materialise his creation. Dang! Son, I thought we play-play only..

KL-chi -chi

"I dunno why Mom is more excited than me."

Today Gooly went on his 2nd school field trip. The first one was to some Milk Candy theater show which he didn't quite enjoy.

"But I think I will enjoy myself this time . Hooyah!"

This afternoon was to KL city to ronda ronda sempena Hari Merdeka, I think. The itinerary was to National Library, National Mosque and then finally KLCC park. They were gonna just view the first two buildings from the bus window (pathetic!) and then down into the park for a sketching activity.

As usual, I was excited about his school activites. Felt all giggly when he asked for a cap and a sunglasses. Che...!Next time must remember SPF30. I sent him off to class and waited a good 20 minutes at the compound for the entourage to start climbing up the bus.

Err.. why you didn't partner a girl jek?

Pulled out my white hankie from my bosoms and started waving as the bus vrroom-ed out from the school compound while shouting, "Enjoy! Be careful! Don't get lost! Drink lots of water! Have fun!" to Gooly who probably thought I said,"Drink Guiness Stout later!" or something equally brainless. {It must be embarrassing to have a mummy like me.}

As I clambered on my own car, I realised that he was happily sitting on the aisle side, while his partner was seated on the window seat. I found that a bit peculiar cos I thought he would have kicked a fuss over the seat. So I asked him just now, "How come you sat on the aisle seat? Were you afraid you would want to go to the toilet too frequent? Didn't you want to look out the window?"

And he said, "We took turns. When coming back, I asked Darren, "Can I sit near the window now because just now you did." I used a nice tone. And Darren let me sit."

Ooooh.. I like that. Very much.

And so this is the Twin Tower which he sketched at the park. Good that he enjoyed himself this time. Yipeeee!

(Dulu my rombongan sambil belajar was to Joo Negara and Miujium Negara when I was in Standard Six. At the Joo, I makan KFC - sum hak dik yan jiong)

Gooly's mandarin

When looking for a kindie for Gooly, I asked my good friend, "Eh, where is good?" And I went to the one she recommended. Had a shufti and registered him.

And then it was time to prep him for his Chinese education. So I asked my SIL, "Eh, who is good?" And I hired the tuition teacher she recommended.

Geminis are painstakingly cincai like that.

Thank goodness Gooly is the sort to make lemonade when given onions. I must say I am impressed with his improvement in learning the new language. Of course I must thank my father who is anal about chinese grammar. He speaks amicable Mandarin with Gooly - "liao" is forbidden. ("liao" is akin to our manglish "lah"). But naturally Gooly switches to ma and la when speaking to nainai, which I find adorably cute cos they come with an accent.

This morning was the first time I eavesdropped his conversation with his tuition teacher. He was telling her everything under the sky in Mandarin. And he seriously enjoys speaking that language.

Of course I was grinning from ear to ear, listening to his silly banters.

Wo yeh yeh chu jio kong ying wei yau juen chien... (My grandpa goes to work to earn money.)

Bu ger yi lang fei _______. Lang fei bu hao.. (Do not waste food. Wasting is no good. There is a blank cos I had forgotten the word 'food' in mandarin. Tee hee!)

At the rate he is going, I should consider enrolling him in Icelandic classes, which apparently is the most difficult language to learn.

Saje.........

The stock has arrived!

Ah.. Not stork.. Don't kancheong...

Tadaa...The books we ordered from school. Oooh.. I love it when the Scholastic catalogue comes. I wish I could tick all the books in the catalogue but Gate is not exactly my last name.

I love love love children books - the humour, the illustrations, the moral stories.

Our collection over the years. We have a couple more boxes in Bkk. Can't wait to have them back.

When Gooly came home from school yesterday, he devoured each and everyone of them like a vulture would, a carcass.

So today, after taking a dump, he described to me the size of his two-piece-dung in great detail.

"One is big, one is small. One is like a caterpillar...long... And the other is like an asteroid. Hard rock, and small." (Asteroid - must be from the new book SPACE IQ).

I thought he sounded like a scholar (though the topic is about brown chocolate impersonator)!

There is another book which we both adore.. "There is a Frog in My Throat", a book on similes, metaphors, idioms and such, with clever illustrations and easy to understand explanations. I'm also learning as I read with him. Like instead of saying, "I think stock market prices will go down", I will just say,"I'm bearish" from now onwards.

Though he can read now on his own, he still enjoys me reading to him. As he says, "I like your voice." I don't mind really cos I have been told, many times, this bonding session will come to a halt in due time.

While we got "I love you as deep as the sea, as high as a mountain" from another book, he improvised his own proclamations of love with -

"I love you as colourful as the rainbow."

"I love you as far as space."

These are words that only literacy can teach a child.

I'm so buying some more books.

Proud Me

Today was the first day Gooly went back to school after two weeks hospital get-a-way and home recovery.

It seems that he misses school and his friends.

When I went to pick him up, the 'laozhi' told me that the class had learned an extensive list of words, which Gooly of course doesn't know yet. Thus, he appears to be at lost during lessons.

Oh yes, I have anticipated this.

And then the teacher continued, "Usually he is the first to read out the chinese words, but today he looked worried that he doesn't know them.. I told him not to worry, he will catch up soon."

Oh.... I didn't know that - that he always tells out the answers. I always thought that he was doing OK in school.. But hearing this means he is doing much better than I thought. If I dug more, there should be more smart alec tales.Contohnya he spelt supercalifragilisticexpialidocious by himself during pee break.

*dream on*

Ah.. me is proud yo.

Gooly the apprentice

We were revamping the room a bit, and got an electrician to come in to do some electrocution works.

Gooly did the silliest things - grabbed a stool and parked it next to him and watched him cut wires and such like an apprentice would.

And then he asked what would seem like a question he was dying to spew out:

"Did you ever get zapped before?"

CHOY!!!!!!

Fullat - I quickly ushered him out with the usual, "Don't kajiau uncle working..."

Kicking S

It has been a few days since he was discharged. Regards , well wishes and treats in the form of pressies and food kept pouring in. He must have been the luckiest boy to have fallen sick and recovered with so much love, affection and attention.

Oh, and if he asked you for an ice cream that he claims that you owe him, that's because I used your name while coaxing him to drink up his medicine no. 9 or 12 for the day. :D

Edamame came by to pass him THRUST - an ultra cool Transformer jet which he is holding to sleep now. I had a little conversation about how thankful he should be - that he is all healthy now, and eating, and being surrounded by awesome kick-ass people (I used a more child -friendly term).

+Be thankful for the food you are eating (which was Esquire Kitchen's Yongchow fried rice)

+Be thankful for the car Mom's driving (which qualifies to be in the Museum)

+Be thankful for all the pressies (which come from Mom's kick-ass friends)

..and a couple more 'thanksgiving' preaches.

And he graciously added:

"We must thank God for making us too, Mom"

Ahh.. I thought that was a pretty kick-ass proclamation from a 5 year old.

Ooh.. I do thank God every day for bringing you into our lives and making you so easy to love , Gooly.