Cracked up

For all the hard work involved in caring for the children, they reward us by giving us so much laughter and amusement thanks to their innocence and the little things they say.

Incident 1)
Since this was a long weekend, we decided to try and sleep altogether in a room again. Christian was most happy to sleep on the bed next to me (P and I were discussing where he should sleep.. I suggested on the bed right next to me, P suggested that he sleep on a mattress on the floor cos the cold draft from the aircon wouldn't reach him.. but by the time I'd suggested he sleep on the floor, he resolutely refused. P's take - "Once you upgrade him to Business Class, you can't ask him to go back to Economy." =7 )

Anyway, that was a long preamble. I wanted to say, P woke early on New Year's Day, and by way of explanation, told Ch that he was leaving the room first to go make pancakes for breakfast. Ch shot up like a bolt, and said -

"Pancakes!! Can I help you make pancakes, Daddy? I want to make pancakes!! You need me to help you, Daddy.. Wait you drop outside the bowl HOOOOoow?? So I  must help you.." (trying hard to convince P that he's indispensable.)

That got the still-sleepy mama all cracked up.
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Incident 2)

P and I were exhausted in the middle of the day, ready for an afternoon nap, but Calista was still wide-awake and ready to play. We placed her on the bed in between us, and P offered his hand for her to grab. She inevitably brought it towards her mouth to gnaw on, but devious P kept twisting and turning such that all she got a mouthful of was her own fist/fingers.

I saw her expressions change from dogged pursuit of P's fingers, to puzzlement when it tasted like her own fingers, a baby frown forming on her face before she gave a mini-shake of her head, opened her mouth wider and tried to form a good latch again. (Her little brain must have formed the conclusion that she failed in her mission because she didn't latch properly..haha.)

Watching her made me convulse with laughter...but I felt sorry for her and so I helped her grab P's thumb so she could gnaw on it for a while.
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Incident 3)

P told me that Ch and him were walking to the train station the other day when they passed by some carpark lots with carpark coupons strewn on the floor. Ch asked why the coupons were not in the bin but on the floor, so P explained that "some naughty korkor" didn't dispose of them in the bin properly.

Ch immediately defended himself "But i was at home, Daddy! I was at home eating lunch!"

Haha...confession that "naughty korkor" = Christian!

See previous posts on "naughty korkor" here and here.