I had little lunch yesterday, and got hungry mid-afternoon. Was too busy to go out of the office to buy something to eat, and ended up with gastric pains in the evening. It got quite bad by the time I got home and at one point I was just lying on the mattress, unable to move.
Christian was bounding up and down, to and fro as usual. After a while, he came to whisper in my ear: “Mama, do you know that I care?”
Hmm..?
*tenderly* “Do you know that I care a lot? For you? So…will you eat the medicine to kill the germs and get better?”
Awww..he was trying the soft approach. He cheerfully helped me report to P when P got home too “Mama’s got a stomachache! She didn’t eat much in the day and now the acid in her stomach is eating a hole in her!”’
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My mum reported to me as I was at the dinner table, that she and my brother’s girlfriend were ordered not to eat the french bean omelette. He said “that’s for Mama..I want to leave for mama”. Awww… given that his favourite food is egg, he probably thought that was the best dish on the table and wanted to make sure I got the same too. =7
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When putting Calista to bed, I asked, “who’s my baby? Are you my baby? Are you mama’s baby?”
She: “Mama daddy baby.”
P burst out laughing at her quick response: “They are all so politically correct!”
I was slightly miffed and asked again “Mama’s baby?”
This time, the response was “Daddy’s baby. Daddy’s baby daddy’s baby.”
Bleah. Girls. P was soooo pleased, scooped her into a hug and kiss while I showed her my back. She read my body language so well and immediately lunged over to place her head on my arm. Hah.
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