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..and so it was. I decided to chill out a bit and took Lolly to the nearby mall. Just the two of us. She is quite a good companion these days. When i say, "Hold hand.." she extends the body part rightfully and willingly. That co-operation makes outing a whole lot easier now.

At some point, i carried her at the hip, and she said, "Dans" cos the music was funky. She got down and held both my hands gingerly and led the dance. It was a bit of a butt wringling action there. I was a bit shy to follow of course, but i could never say no to that cute and enthusiastic smile of hers. So right there, at Uniqlo we danced. Just a few seconds before being escorted out by the secu before i enticed her with ....

Shoes....oh she loves shoes. Big small flat heels..doesnt matter. She would try on every single pair at sight. *rubs temples*

and i had to pull her away..to lunch. Not that she was interested. Sushi, especially is not on her to-eat list. But we had a good chat. I dont know how to explain this. She doesnt talk much. She makes noises, but we understand each other. A lot.

For example, in the morning she was wearing a silly pirahna swimming cap. She took a photo frame, brought it to me and started yabbering away. So i said, "yeah, i havent put any picture in it yet. Cant decide which one." she tapped on the glass side, and told me something that needed decoding. And i realised that she thought that the picture frame was a mirror. She was staring at her own reflection on the glass side. When i got what she meant, she smiled a genuinely happy smile.

And when i was lying down on the couch supposedly looking for a fine cookie recipe, she came by and popped two mini cereal into my mouth, and asked, "Nice?" i purposely bit (gently) her finger. She yelped a dramatic "Ouch!" and laughed. I did it a few times. She improvised her acting by adding blowing/kissing the pain away.

Something about empathy that encompasses sensitivity which i think she demonstrates at a young age, just like Gooly did. The other morning, we were reading a book, and a picture shows a boy being splashed by water. She exclaimed, "Oh no!" and proceeded to wipe the boy (on paper) with her own shirt. And today she was upset that Pocoyo didnt want to be friends with Plato.

Hmm...

And so it wasnt about tgif per se - the glorified day of the week or the restaurant bearing the same name that i was gonna blog about.

Yeah. Its all about lolly. :)