since it was the eve of mum’s day and all, i thought i’d give her a break. you know, just let her chill for a few hours without having to run around after me. it’s not like i have the means to buy her a present and all, so i figured, giving her some time to date with daddy would make a pretty good gift, doncha think?
so what happened was, they chucked – i mean, left me with one of my favouritest uncles and his girlfriend (who taught me to refer to her as KAKAK hajar, like real only kakak, right!), and they straightaway rode off into the (almost) sunset. but not before giving my minders specific instructions. (eg. give me my biscuits or cornflakes if i was peckish, water if i was thirsty, change diapers if necessary, 180ml of milk at 7pm, etc.)
bah! parents! what do they think i am, a baby?? i don’t need all that worrying about! right, unkle emi?
it was actually unkle emi’s birthday too, and he made a request for me to wear a red liverpool jersey to match his. i’m not sure if we were on the same team, coz mine said ‘carlsberg’ while his said ‘candy’. huh? shouldn’t it just simply say ‘liverpool’?
nevermind such mind-boggling affairs. my nannies brought me to this huge mall where i got to run around like mad.
sweet liberation! no mummy to scream “nooo, aniq!” or “STOP!” and no daddy to grab my hand or haul me over his shoulders! and no rushing me out of the toy shop either! what more could a boy want?
later i tried to run out of the mango shop that KAKAK hajar was in (funny i didn’t see any mangoes or other fruits in there), and occasionally made unkle sweat and pant for his breath while chasing me. thankfully, i didn’t cause an asthma attack on him. hee.
being the good nannies that they are, they actually followed mummy’s instructions (gasp!) and made me drink my milk at 7pm. please refer to the picture below as exhibit A.
the day had to end, so they brought me back to my yai’s house, and shortly thereafter, two vaguely familiar people returned. they called themselves… mummy and daddy! ahhh, yes, THOSE old farts… pffft. :p
mummy fussed over how i hadn’t had my dinner so off we went in search of food, but since i mentioned that it was the eve of mum’s day, the entire stretch of upper changi was packed with other mums whose families were too lazy to cook for them at home (those lazy bums). but then, out of desperation, we spotted a little place right across the road called ‘razack’ and had a pretty nice dinner there with only a fraction of the patrons crowding at mak’s place, kg chai chee etc.
yup, you BET i was hungry as a toddler horse!
i heard later that mum and dad went to watch a show about a spider who turned into a man… or was it a man who turned into a spider? whatever it is, i’m sure i would’ve liked it. sounds gory, coz mum said lots of people got killed!
they’d actually brought me to the cinemas before, when i was smaller. first was ‘x-men’, second was ‘superman’. hmm, ‘spiderman’ would’ve been cool to add to my movie-watching resume, doncha think? i wish i remembered the movies i watched though, coz i think i slept through most of them. (darn those baby attention spans.)
anyhows, i hope mum had as good a date as i had.
… ogling that man in red tights had BETTER be worth the time i sacrificed for her!
(pics courtesy of KAKAK hajar)
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