I went back yesterday evening to M’sia to my mum’s place. Let me digress a little bit since this is the first time I’m mentioning this topic. My parents help to take care of yy from Monday to Friday. During weekends and school holidays, we would then bring yy back to stay with us in Kulai. There are reasons we do that, which I’ll elaborate next time.My parents live in Bukit Indah, a new township that’s just minutes away from the Second Link. My brother too lives in Bukit Indah but he has his own home. Now, he travels to Singapore for work everyday and thankfully he owns a car. So, I would take his car back to my mum’s place every Wednesday night and then back to Singapore the following day for work – much like today.
As I don’t get to see yy everyday, I tried my best to go back faithfully every Wednesday night so that I get to see him and my parents. Thank the Lord Buddha, this arrangement has been working well so far.Okay, now it’s time to discuss more on the antics of yy! I stepped out of the car and there he was, with his 2 cousins (my brother’s daughters), vigorously sweeping the courtyard. Or rather vigorously attempting to sweep the floor. I think he either doesn't have a very good sense of direction yet or he’s lousy at sweeping because the leaves on the floor were still scattered all around… Maybe he’s just playing... duh!
Did anyone notice that yy’s wearing long pyjamas pants? Well, it shouldn't be surprising but there’s a story to tell. Normally, we’ll let yy wear long pants only at night when he’s about to sleep or when it’s cold. For the past few weeks, it’s been raining cats and dogs (sometimes the entire day to the extent of causing major floods!) in M’sia so my mum had to dress yy in long pants the whole day.
Absolutely reasonable right? Except that oddly (nope, we still have no clue why…), yy turned out to be terribly addicted to wearing long pants. Everytime, without fail, he would strenuously insist to us that he wants his “big long” instead of his usual short pants. That’s how he ended up wearing his “big long” that evening, as he would call it.
On another amusing occasion, after his morning bath, the missus wanted him to wear this nice looking short pants but yy then promptly shook his head and announced that he wanted his “big long”. Normally, we would acquiesce to this harmless wish. However, it so happens that we were running out of stock (in the midst of washing and cleaning) of long pyjamas pants, so the missus pointed to one of the pants that’s being dried to him and told him “big long wet”. He walked up to the pants, felt it and then agreed with my wife that “big long wet”. Thinking the matter over, the missus proceeded to dress him up. To her immense surprise, he squirmed his way to the basket where we kept his clothes and industriously started to dig for more suitable attire. A minute later, he found success and proudly proclaimed to the missus “big long no wet”! That was the only long pyjamas pants left that the missus wanted him to wear later at night… Caught red-handed by a precocious toddler, the missus pleaded guilty and gave in. Thankfully that night, we managed to scavenge a spare “big long” so all went well after all…
