My very much-needed slumber was disturbed in the wee hour of this morning. I heard my little girl cried and heard her abang trying his best to soothe her. Babah hollered for them to come into our room. Although I was awake, I did not open my eyes as I know once I did, it would be very hard for me to resume my sleep.
“Apasal, Ti ?”
“Mummy read the book. Titi tak dengar. Umar saja.”
We are at present, reading The Giraffe, The Pelly And Me by Roald Dahl and my children totally love it. I am reading 4 pages a day and I know they are really excited to hear the rest of the story. Roald Dahl is wonderful… I love him too…. So I could understand my daughter’s consternation. I would be very much dismayed too if I miss his book’s reading.
But… I didn’t read the book to Umar. Elsa fell asleep on our bed and when I tucked Umar in, I suggested that we should wait for his sister and Umar graciously agreed. So I sang him a lullaby instead.
“Ti… we did not read the book. Titi tidur so we did not read it..” Said I still with my eyes shut.
“Waa…. You read the book without me !!”
“No…” I assured her. “ We did not… we want to wait for you….”
“Waa…. You did not read the book !! I want to hear the story…” Pulak… tadi marah sebab baca sekarang marah sebab tak baca…. Saja je minah kecik ni.
“Ti… I will read the book tomorrow, okay ? You were sleeping.. I will read the book to you tomorrow, okay ?” Said I as I gave her a tight hug. “Sorry, okay ?”
“I want to hear the book now. Read it now …” Was the very tearful reply. Aiseh… I want to sleep !! Waaa !!!!
“Ti… I will read the story tomorrow, okay ? Please ?”
“I don’t want then … I want now !!” Waa… pandai pulak guna then and now… He he… sempat tu….
“Ti…. Mummy wants to sleep….Tomorrow okay ?”
“Not tomorrow ! Now Mummy. I want to hear the story now !”
My blood finally finished boiling.
“Do you want the naughty chair ? Do you want me to put you on the naughty chair tonight ?”
That did the trick. She went quiet but was still sobbing.
“Elsa I will read the book while you bathe for school tomorrow, okay ?” Said I in a conciliatory tone.
“No… the book will get wet…” Came the muffled reply.
“Mummy, boleh tak awak hantar saya pergi sekolah esok ?”
“Sure…”
“I want you to read in the car…” and with that she succeeded in her quest to get my eyes opened.
And I tossed and turned and tossed some more for the remainder of the wee hours of that morning.
“Apasal, Ti ?”
“Mummy read the book. Titi tak dengar. Umar saja.”
We are at present, reading The Giraffe, The Pelly And Me by Roald Dahl and my children totally love it. I am reading 4 pages a day and I know they are really excited to hear the rest of the story. Roald Dahl is wonderful… I love him too…. So I could understand my daughter’s consternation. I would be very much dismayed too if I miss his book’s reading.
But… I didn’t read the book to Umar. Elsa fell asleep on our bed and when I tucked Umar in, I suggested that we should wait for his sister and Umar graciously agreed. So I sang him a lullaby instead.
“Ti… we did not read the book. Titi tidur so we did not read it..” Said I still with my eyes shut.
“Waa…. You read the book without me !!”
“No…” I assured her. “ We did not… we want to wait for you….”
“Waa…. You did not read the book !! I want to hear the story…” Pulak… tadi marah sebab baca sekarang marah sebab tak baca…. Saja je minah kecik ni.
“Ti… I will read the book tomorrow, okay ? You were sleeping.. I will read the book to you tomorrow, okay ?” Said I as I gave her a tight hug. “Sorry, okay ?”
“I want to hear the book now. Read it now …” Was the very tearful reply. Aiseh… I want to sleep !! Waaa !!!!
“Ti… I will read the story tomorrow, okay ? Please ?”
“I don’t want then … I want now !!” Waa… pandai pulak guna then and now… He he… sempat tu….
“Ti…. Mummy wants to sleep….Tomorrow okay ?”
“Not tomorrow ! Now Mummy. I want to hear the story now !”
My blood finally finished boiling.
“Do you want the naughty chair ? Do you want me to put you on the naughty chair tonight ?”
That did the trick. She went quiet but was still sobbing.
“Elsa I will read the book while you bathe for school tomorrow, okay ?” Said I in a conciliatory tone.
“No… the book will get wet…” Came the muffled reply.
“Mummy, boleh tak awak hantar saya pergi sekolah esok ?”
“Sure…”
“I want you to read in the car…” and with that she succeeded in her quest to get my eyes opened.
And I tossed and turned and tossed some more for the remainder of the wee hours of that morning.
PS: I wonder how crazy she will get when we read ESIO TROT by the lovely Mr Dahl…
