π§: Clarissa, mummy has a tummy ache and needs to go to the toilet. Can you play on your own or sit on Mummy's bed?
πΆ: No, I want to follow you and wait outside the toilet.
π§: Hmm but I'll have to close the toilet door ok?
πΆ: No, Mummy, you open the door ok?
π§: But I cannot poop with the door open!
πΆ: I will turn around and not look.
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#thingsclarissasays
#worldclassnegotiator
Fuel for the morning.
Ordered the wrong coffee though.
I think I got it right the first time, but the service staff turned away to throw some rubbish and asked me to repeat my order.
So somehow it became kopi-o instead of kopi-si.
At least I got the kosong peng right.
Sigh.
Nearly ordered the wrong toast too.
My brain is clearly not functioning yet.
I didn't sleep well because both Clarissa and I were probably having separate "nightdreams" (Hahaha she made up this word).
I kept waking up and she kept tossing and turning and calling "Mummy!".
Well at least it's Friday!
Forgot what she was talking about.
Was trying to take a decent picture of her but she refused to pose properly. π
Not very clear from here but her teacher braided her hair so nicely!
I wonder what they do to make her sit still to finish the hairdo. Almost everyday she comes home with a different hairstyle.
While I struggle every morning to tie a ponytail. π
I still had work to do after we got home from school.
So she set up shop next to my chair.
And then she found something to do with Ah-ah.
The next thing I knew, she was putting on her sandals and asking #superbabysitter, "Ah-ah, put on your shoes!"
And off they went to the playground. π
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Ah-ah must be wondering how they got to this point. π
#worldclassnegotiator at work. She got her way without even negotiating!
Thankful for the 30 minute relief.
I folded the clothes while my mom cooked dinner.
I wasn't feeling well since after breakfast so it was good to sit down instead of having a toddler climb all over me.
#superbabysitter also went out earlier during the day to get these organizers. We had so many tiny things sitting on the bedside table I haven't seen the surface of the table for weeks.
So she bought these nice boxes to house them.
Hello, surface of the table!
She also got a few to house Clarissa's ever growing collection of surprise eggs and tiny toys.
We always get a surprise from the eggs because we find them where we least expect to, so it's nice to put all the eggs in one basket like this. ππ
Seeing the general mess around the house now is like a battle of endurance.
Whoever can't stand it does something about it first. π
On a more serious note it's very nice of #superbabysitter lah.
The mess does get to me, but I don't have the mindspace or energy to clean it up.
I was just thinking today that we should get a new laundry basket because the one we have now is really cui, literally breaking apart already.
And tadah! She came back bearing one, together with all the storage organizers. π
Sis#3 shared this with me.
Nice!
I love sad songs.
This is actually the theme song of a movie – ε εΌεε‘ι¦.
I caught the movie on a flight.
It was one of those stories about young love, similar to ι£δΊεΉ΄ and ζηε°ε₯³ζΆδ»£, but with a little twist at the end.
I enjoyed both the predecessors but somehow I wasn't able to get into the storyline for this 3rd movie on a similar theme.
I suspect it was because the male lead was too, erm, short and boyish for me to really care about the story. π
But the theme song is nice!
θδ½ ε¨εΏιι’
θ¦ζδΉιε«
θ―΄θΏεε₯εθ§
ε·²θΏδΊε€ε°εΉ΄
ζ θ§£
So poignant.
Sigh.