P and I went for a rare and possibly last date night in a long while. It was nice getting picked up from work and driven to dinner :) We enjoyed a surprisingly excellent dinner at TCC, at Keppel Bay..watching the sun set on the marina. We were done by 7.45pm, and managed to reach home in time to catch C's bedtime (it's great to live near Keppel Bay).
P was playing and horsing around with C, who was so high he kept shouting, jumping on his dad's back..he refused to sleep when I offered to put him to bed. Said he would cut me up (that's his standard response these days towards things / objects / persons he doesn't like or want). I acted really hurt and astonished cos that's a first for his mama. He hid at a corner of the bed, took a peek at me and came forward to 'chop' my thigh with the side of his hand. I pretended to tear, and he stubbornly peered at me from behind his hand, wondering whether i'm upset with him.
I went about the usual routine of putting his socks on while he drank his milk.. told him he can't cut mama up, cos it'll make me sad. I heard him whisper after he finished his milk "Mama Psjfasljkdf ..."
Me: What?
C: Mama I won't cut you up again.
Me: AWWWww...
C: MAma I love you.
Me: AWWWWWwww...
C: I won't make you sad again.
Me (thinks "yeah right" but goes AWww anyway).
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