Red Faces

When one of your kids has picked up the gift of gab, understands most of what you’re saying and observes everything, certain situations are bound to happen. Situations where they are blissfully unaware about the cause of our discomfort.
· Alya’s script when asked “Abah pegi mana?” (pelat & all) – “Abah peji Duuubai. Naik aewoplane. Carik duwit. Beli susu Ala, susu Dan-dan. Tinggal Ala, tinggal mummy, tinggal Dan-dan.”

· We had lunch at a restaurant where she spent the whole time wiping everything down like an obsessed germophobe (tabletop, chair back, the top of the chair, my jeans). As we were leaving and strapping her into the stroller, she complained “Akit!”. Asked about the location of her pain, my daughter replied “Akit pepet!”. Waitresses within earshot started giggling furiously, K was stifling his own laughter while I told her not to cakap kuat-kuat. God only knows where she learned that word as me & K have always used another term for it with her..

· Upon meeting her uncle’s future wife (BIL is marrying an English girl), Alya freaked out, started to cry and pointed right in her future Mak Ngah’s face saying “Nanak!! Ala nanak dia tu!”. Maybe cos BIL’s fiancee looks different with her brown hair and green eyes..

· While sending K off at the airport for his 2nd month in Dubai, I had to change Alya’s diaper. We were heading to the nappy changing room when she started to run ahead of me. She turned around and, in the middle of the departure hall, shouted towards me “Mummy! Cepat mummy! Ala yayak!”

Mortification is my constant companion…