The big one put a water bottle on the table to chope it. The littlest one takes it away. I told him to put it back, with the comment that other people will sit on the table ( since it has been un-chope-d) without the bottle. He takes it back. Comes back with this wide-eyed-i'm-so-incredulous look and a question for me. "Can the bottle shoo people away? When people come, it says SHOO?" I look at him, and try not to react. He goes back to the table, and tells the bottle in his usual loud voice. "Hello? I'm here. Can you say Shoo?" Comes back to me with a smug. "See? the bottle cannot shoo people away!" I'm thinking... he's just four and a bit and talks like a gangster already. Thankfully by then, his four siew mai and one char siew pau is paid for. He can start eating at the table of the incompetent bottle that cannot shoo people away, and shut up.
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
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