there is always something everyday that the boy said or did to make me chuckle, or in this case, crack me up.

as usual, he’d followed his doting uncles and grandfather in their car, and arrived ahead of us at one of the houses we were visiting. as soon as i stepped in, he looked expectantly at me with that impish grin of his and i knew he’d been up to something. spotting some white powdery substance around his lips, i suspected, with my motherly CSI-like instinct, that he’d been consuming some illegal contraband.

CSI mummy: what are you doing? what are you eating?
suspect: huh? i dunno?
CSI mummy: what is that in your mouth? let me see?
suspect: don’t have! *opens mouth* nooo. i dunno.
CSI mummy: are you sure?
suspect: *opens mouth again* see? don’t have! my mouth don’t have sweet…

HAH!

and realisation hit him that he’d just given himself away. his uncle was obviously an accomplice, and not very good at teaching him the art of fibbing. yet.

because i was so amused, i let him have a few more. afterwhich i managed to distract him with a lesser evil – kerepek. gah.

goodies are unavoidable during these festivities, and we encourage him to try out ones that he might like. he’s been quite experimental so far, although most times, he’d scrape off the yummiest bits and leave the rest, err, back in the cookie container. (his aunty nur bears witness to a half-eaten cookie discovered at his oma’s house. bite marks, as any CSI will tell you at one glance, match his.)

uh, yeah. that cookie. (right, nur??)

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