Elsa sejak dua menjak ni memang perangai semacam. Actually after her first day of school, she came home with a sassy mouth.
One day Dan got the brunt of her mouth. “Bah, when can I eat the yoghurt Bah ? Nanti ke ?”
“Esok lah Ti…” said Dan, while putting the yoghurt in the fridge.
“Nantilah ?” She persisted.
“Esok lah Ti… We just ate, Ti.” Said Dan again, fully thinking that nanti means that very day, from 5 minutes to 3 hours later in the day.
“Esok tu maksudnya nantilah. It’s the same Bah… !” Said she, looking at her father like he was the stupidest thing on earth. Dan stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
“Samalah nanti and esok,” she murmured under her breath.
Amboi….
My turn was last Saturday. Cik Ta gave my children a pack of Uno. We had a good time playing it but when Elsa did a hat trick in losing, she cried. Then she declared she is in team Babah. O-kay.
We played again and after a losing streak, Umar too cried. I collected the cards without saying a word and put it aside.
Sunday morning as we were preparing for tennis, Umar asked if we could play Uno again.
“No !” Said Mummy. Both son and daughter gave me a stricken look. Mummy’s No was quite hard. Sorry…
“Why am I saying No ? Because people cry when they play Uno. And what is the thing that Mummy hates the most ?”
“Crying..” said my kids timidly.
“That’s right,” said I, triumphantly.
“Oh… bukan sebab mummy kalah dengan Titi and Babah ?” I heard one little baby voice said. I looked at her. She was smiling like a cat. Umar was beaming looking expectantly at me.
What did I do ? I shooed them off for their socks and racquet.
Eeeii…. Geramnya aku.
PS: When I recounted this story to Anu and Shazmi, they were delighted. Ha ! tunggulah turn korang dapat a saucy 5 year old !!
One day Dan got the brunt of her mouth. “Bah, when can I eat the yoghurt Bah ? Nanti ke ?”
“Esok lah Ti…” said Dan, while putting the yoghurt in the fridge.
“Nantilah ?” She persisted.
“Esok lah Ti… We just ate, Ti.” Said Dan again, fully thinking that nanti means that very day, from 5 minutes to 3 hours later in the day.
“Esok tu maksudnya nantilah. It’s the same Bah… !” Said she, looking at her father like he was the stupidest thing on earth. Dan stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
“Samalah nanti and esok,” she murmured under her breath.
Amboi….
My turn was last Saturday. Cik Ta gave my children a pack of Uno. We had a good time playing it but when Elsa did a hat trick in losing, she cried. Then she declared she is in team Babah. O-kay.
We played again and after a losing streak, Umar too cried. I collected the cards without saying a word and put it aside.
Sunday morning as we were preparing for tennis, Umar asked if we could play Uno again.
“No !” Said Mummy. Both son and daughter gave me a stricken look. Mummy’s No was quite hard. Sorry…
“Why am I saying No ? Because people cry when they play Uno. And what is the thing that Mummy hates the most ?”
“Crying..” said my kids timidly.
“That’s right,” said I, triumphantly.
“Oh… bukan sebab mummy kalah dengan Titi and Babah ?” I heard one little baby voice said. I looked at her. She was smiling like a cat. Umar was beaming looking expectantly at me.
What did I do ? I shooed them off for their socks and racquet.
Eeeii…. Geramnya aku.
PS: When I recounted this story to Anu and Shazmi, they were delighted. Ha ! tunggulah turn korang dapat a saucy 5 year old !!
1 comment:
haha takpa, depa punya turn will come soon..Anu & Shazmi..baru depa tau!
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