Yesterday popped by at my mum's place for dinner. Of course the dinner took place amidst shouting, screaming, yelling, crying and tantrum-throwing tots in tow.
Youngest of the lot, Laurel took a fancy to hum 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars' in her language... whatever that might be.
Hazel and Oliver end up "gunning" each other with toy guns.
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Oliver is getting much financially wiser. He overheard my conversation with my brother about getting a car for my work after I clear my driving exams sometime in the future.
"GOOD! Shushu buy car! Daddy DRIVE!"
*Editor fainted* How in the world did he manage to concoct such an IDEA in the first place?!
So I stubbed him back, "So next time Daddy buy car, YOU drive?" He smirked.
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The next commontion came about when their dessert ICE-CREAM was served... Laurel started throwing tantrums even after she had her fill and insisted that her father give her what he's eating.
"Daddy no share!!" pouts and wails and cries
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The trio are capable of anything... and their moods can swing from one extreme to the other. As Uncle three times over, I have my share of my time with them, which certainly beats any amount of money that I can possess. The joys and laughters are part of their memory and also will be part of mine too.
Now fully ashore and up to my neck with work, I try to take time to see them. After all, once they grow up, they will not be the same anymore.
So much for today's weekend edition. The Editor have to go BUY an additional pair of shoes for work and hasta la vista!
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