Z has started to say, “I think so” or “I don’t think so”.
And sometimes, “I guess so”.
And also “that’s a great idea”.
We have no idea where she picked these speaking styles from!
I guess (oh gawd! I’ve picked it up from her!) I’m not too upset by it. Just curious. At this age, I believe my nephew enrolling in childcare was picking up Singlish.
Which upset his parents. And me.
So… it could be worse. She could be picking up Singlish.
Or like, valley-girl, like, style of, like, talking.
Although I wouldn’t mind if she picked up an accent – British, or Australian.
My mom stays with my brother and his family during the week. Then on weekends she stays with my sister.
It’s a long story, but the long and short of it is, she doesn’t stay with me. Except this coming weekend when my sis is not around (or something) and she’s staying one night with me.
Let’s hope the cops won’t be involved in the morning.
This is not strictly lies *I* told Z.
This is the whopper PL tells Z.
On more than one occasion.
One of our favourite restaurants is Aston’s Steak and Salad at Marina Square. Not ANY Aston’s. Just the one at Marina Square.
That is because of their all-you-can-eat Salad bar.
And the free flow of soft drinks, coffee, and ice cream.
The Salad bar is $20.
I remember when I first saw the Grand Canyon, I had a spiritual experience. A feeling of immense insignificance in the majesty and magnificence of Nature. And I thought, rather wistfully, that it was something that we do not have here in Singapore. We do not have Nature, writ LARGE, splendorous and magnificent. Testament to God’s, or Nature’s majesty.
But when I was in Vancouver, during the rainy season, I thought how wimpy the rain was. It was never quite a rain as I knew rain in Singapore. It was a drizzly, neither here nor there, dunno-if-I-should- bring-a-brolly-or-just-tough-it-out-with-the-parka kind of wimpy drizzly rain. And I missed the magnificent and glorious thunderstorms of Singapore.
I got a message from a colleague who invited me to his wedding lunch banquet. He was marrying another colleague. I clarified if I were the only one invited or if I could bring PL and Z. I had assumed that it was a family invite, but it was right and proper to confirm. And he regretfully said it was just for me as there are space constraints.
I understand. I’ve heard from friends about how their invitees brought the whole family and screwed up the seating arrangements. And I understand when couples try to keep things small and things just balloon out of hand.
I’m so glad my wedding planning days are over.
In the continuing documentation of LiesIToldmyChildToMakeParentingEasier (see below) here’s another whopper we told Z recently.
We were passing Pororo Park (at Marina Sq, SG) and Z asked to take a look at the park through the glass window. (There was a train ride on the other side of the window. It was being charged at the time – there was a charging cable running from the train to a power outlet.)
She had done that before, and we are usually glad of a respite from entertaining her and carrying her (we can put her down while she gazes longingly at the train within). Usually, she would “window shop” and then after a while she would move on.
That day, she asked to “go inside” the park.
We took a weekend trip to Genting Highlands for a break.
While there, we had a Heritage Tomato pizza at Motorino (Pizzeria). I also had a semi-sparkling red wine.
It may be the best pizza I’ve ever had. There was something about the crust – it was really flavourful.
And the semi-sparkling (Frizzante) red I had (Gragnano), was just perfect with it.
The menu of pizza was very traditional, making no attempt to satisfy American tastebuds (i.e. loads of meat, cheese and tomato paste).
There were the classic Napoletana, Margherita, Marina, Quattro Formaggio (from what I can remember), and then Heritage Tomato.
I thought that sounded interesting, so we got that.