Went cycling with Christian at East Coast Park for the first time! P was initially bracing himself for the 3 of us riding a canopy-trishaw-like vehicle, but Christian surprised us by lasting 45 mins on a bicycle. Although it had training wheels on, it was still a pleasant surprise cos our past experience of him on bikes was filled with him passing defeatist remarks – “I cannot..” “So difficult..”
Even his teacher remarked that when she got Christian to try out the training BMX bike, he said: “So tiring..” and that he had a tendency to go back to the familiar swing car instead. She got around that by designating him the fire boy on the red fire bike, who had to cycle here n there to put fires out. Kudos to Teacher D for caring and not giving up :)
P brought Calista to Toys R Us while I napped in the afternoon..it was great, except that Calista refused to nap after that, so was very cranky by the time we brought P’s parents to Chomp Chomp. Sigh..she didn’t eat much, and kept wanting us to carry her around. We’ve reached the conclusion that when one has a young baby, it’s best to eat at home..the baby can sleep if she wants to, and won’t refuse food after being distracted by all the bright lights.
We played a game in the car while on the way home. P came up with a “Ask each other the most difficult question you can ask..” game.. and so Christian and I took turns. I asked him questions such as “What is the name of “moon” in Mandarin?” “If you put all your toes and fingers together, how many do you have?” “What is 7 + 2?” “How many grandparents do you have?”
He asked me things like “What is the name of the lights in Mandarin?” “What is 17 + 8?” so nothing prepared me for the most difficult question he threw up – “How many friends did you have when you were small, in primary school?” I was stumped.. P the arbitrator said I had one chance left, before Christian is pronounced winner of the game.. I threw my trump card out “Who do you love more..” Christian immediately shouted “Mama!”, thinking I was asking “Mama or Daddy..” but I asked “Who do you love more, Mama or Christian?”
“Myself!” he said. I pretended to be heartbroken, but Christian was so focused on being the winner he didn’t pay attention to my mock sobs. Oh well. Children. You give them all your love but you know that you’ll always love them more than they you.
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