Sat-sunday

That's him and Ada, ber-roman at the mall. These days he doesn't hold my hands that often. Instead, he likes putting his hand around my waist, and forcefully put mine on his shoulder. And we walk side by side.

It's not the same as me holding his hand, guiding him, leading the way.

Not to say that walking with him is not pleasurable. It is, just in a different way.

That was Saturday's mental note when I saw him walking hand in hand with Ada. And err.. Not a tinge of jealousy from me, ok? It was awfully cute watching the pair of hands intertwined in the most innocent way.

Today on Sunday, I feigned sleep because ... heh, like I needed a reason. I was tired-lah! So I was closing my eyes, trying not to move a muscle. I even held my breath. And suddenly I felt my arm heaved upwards. I took a peep and realized that he had inserted a pillow under my arm. When he saw my eye opened, he shut it with his forefinger - just like a scene from ..I dunno, Tom and Jerry? You know, in cartoons, the eyelids are huge and you could actually slip them down like a roller-shutter?

Cute.

And he proceeded to pat pat my shoulder.

Pat pat pat pat pat. Do you want a lullaby?

*goofy grin*

I haven't been tucked in to sleep since .. hmm.. 30 odd years ago?

It was nice. Too nice that I couldn't sleep. Instead I asked if he wanted to play.

Ironic.

And now he is missing his papah.

I miss my papah.
I want to sleep with papah.
I didn't kiss papah for many days.
I want papah to come back.

His declaration of love makes good lyrics, eh? Heheh.

To end tomorrow is Moanday's note, I think Gooly is the sweetest child. Shall I sing, "Sweet Child O Mine"? A lil G n R action before Moanday creeps in?

(Eh, I forgot how the song goes lah.. )