by the time we reach home from work every day, he’s already had his dinner, then we’d rush to find our own dinner, and that leaves us with maybe two or three hours before his bedtime.

occassionally, he’d poop one last time for the day, and we (or more specifically, the daddy) would have the honour of washing him up and dousing him with more minyak telon, before he continues honing his nightly acrobatic skills.

like this.

there’s also his nightly comedic acts.

like this.

sometimes we’re his clowns.

the daddy caught us in one of our bedtime routines the other day. i really like this picture (he was actually trying out his new flash, thus the, ahem, excellent lighting) coz it was one of those moments he learnt to do something new out of the blue.

i was reading and describing in excruciating detail to him the plight of little miss muffet who was unduly disturbed by a spider, when he clutched his chest in reaction to being “frightened”.

or rather, “TAKUTTT!”

he does get the concept of fear, coz now spiders are the only thing i can hold against him to get him to run helter-skelter back to me… although the cheeky grin on his face kinda gives him away.

so nah, i doubt he’ll grow up with arachnophobia after all, lol!

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