Saturday morning, I was busy baking apple muffins, doing dishes, making coffee for everybody. EggEgg has been taking too much of my time lately, so Cola decide to throw down the gauntlet at the worse possible time.
Cola started hovering behind my back while I was rinsing the dishes. It started with an innocent, "點解包包唔高既?Mami, why is Cola not tall?"
From his tone, I know where this is going.
"唔咩話? Hmm... why is Cola not... what?!" I pretend not to understand his pronunciation.
"Mami I'm asking you. Why is Cola not tall?" He repeated, with fast rising agitation in his voice.
"Why is Cola not what?!"
"Mami, Why is Cola not tall?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"
"Mamiiiiii, Why is Cola not taaaaaall?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"
"Mami, Why is Cola not tall arggghhh?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"...
唔高既...唔咩話...? I think it went back and forth like this for about 50? 100? times and he still hasn't given up.
"Mami, why is Cola not tall?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"
"Mami!! Why is Cola not tall?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"...
I'm kind of enjoying this retort, it's like a game of ping pong.
Even if I answer him this question, the next one would just pop up like weeds in springtime.
"Mami, why is Cola not tall?"
"Why is Cola not what?!"
I am beginning to enjoy seeing him jumping up and down. For once, I'm winning this whinging game.
Finally, I gave up and answered, "You want to know why you are one short boy? I tell you why. Coz you always skip your dinners and eat junk food when I'm not looking. That's why you will be one short boy for a long time! (Bwahahahaha... serves you right.)
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Whew. Just when I thought I've solved this once and for all. The next thing happens. Cola tripped himself on the kitchen floor and started whining. "Cola fell on the floor. Pain. Pain."
Aha! "Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands."
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands!!"
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"Mami, I hurt my hands!!" It is pretty evident that his hands are not in any level of pain at all.
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands!!"
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands!!"
Another bout of my selective-deafness while I continue to load the dishwasher.
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands!!"
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
"I hurt my hands!!"
The dishes finally get loaded after 5 more minutes of this. It's time to pay him some attention.
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"Are you feeling better now, Cola?"
"Not better!"
"Better now?"
"Not better!"
"Better now?"
"Not better!"
"Better now?"
"Not better!"
Surely, this must be a leisurely start to the weekend?
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