Of animal stories and popsicle stick figures

Outing with Daddy!

Not our typical Saturday evening routine – Big little boss has gone out with her Daddy for a gathering with his friends, while I’m staying at home with the small little boss.

We gave her the option of either staying at home with me or going out with Daddy.

The hubs asked her while she was busy building a camp fire with bricks.

πŸ‘¦: Do you want to stay at home with Mummy, or go to Daddy’s friend’s house with Daddy?

“Friend’s house maybe?”

She answered, her tone light and almost nonchalant, like she was thirty, not three. πŸ˜‚

We burst out laughing.

Ooh anyway she’s really reached the age where she’d tell me what kind of hair style she wants? πŸ˜†

“Mummy, I don’t want to tie my hair. I want to put 2 clips.”

Mmm okay..

Our Cat Neighbor

Yet another oh-dear-why-is-the-lift-taking-so-long, aka embarrassing parenting moment.

This time, the hubs was the one in the lift with her.

The lift door opened, and a man came in.

Clarissa said to him, “Good morning Cat!”

The man said good morning back to her, and sought to clarify.

“But.. what cat?” He asked.

“You lor!”

She said to him, like it was a fact.

The hubs said he quickly apologized to the poor guy who was called a cat so early in the morning.

Later in the evening, I asked her why she called the uncle a cat.

“Because he is a cat!” She told me, matter of fact. She wasn’t even being cheeky. It seemed that she was just calling a cat, a cat.

I told her, “But maybe uncle doesn’t think he’s a cat? So next time just call uncle?” πŸ˜‚

I recounted this to the hubs, and said, “Maybe she can see what we can’t?” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

The Rabbit and the Tortoise

Over dinner, I told her the story about the Rabbit and the Tortoise, in an attempt to encourage her to eat faster and be consistent. πŸ˜‚

The Rabbit is fast but complacent, the Tortoise is slow but hardworking.

At the end of the story, I asked her who she wanted to be.

“The tortoise!” She said without hesitation.

I thought she’d selected the more conventional option for once, and it must be because she understood that hard work is a virtue.

“Oh, why the tortoise?” I asked her.

“Because he won the competition!”

She sounded like it was a no-brainer.

I tried to go back to explain why he won. The Rabbit could have won too, if he didn’t stop to take a nap.

But her answer remained the same.

“But the tortoise won right?”

Mmm. πŸ˜‚

Homework (for the parents)

So we’ve been tasked with the second piece of homework for this term: To make popsicle stick figures of her family members.

As usual I turned to Google and Pinterest for the easiest way to do it inspiration.

This was what I thought was the best for someone like me who can’t do art and craft to save my life.

Draw the face, stick washi tape, and tadah!

Don’t need to use the felt cloth or coloured paper or threads etc provided, and glue and all the sticky stuff. πŸ˜…

I made sure I practised though, because we were given only 6 sticks and I had to make 5.

1st draft

I sent this to the hubs, and he asked me, “Who’s who?”



Apparently he could only tell: 1st from left – Clarissa, because she loves her “Agnes” hair (Despicable Me), Middle – Daddy, because only guy, 5th drawing – Helper, because long hair.

I wasn’t convinced that my drawing was that bad so I asked the little boss after she got back from school, and she got it right.

2nd figure is Mummy, 4th figure is Meimei. πŸ˜‚

2nd draft

Ordered washi tape on qoo10!

It was quite fun thinking of how to mix and match!


We are supposed to do it together with our child, but it was hard?

She sat beside me, working on her own drawing and talking to herself:

“This is my Daddy. My daddy Sooooooo handsome!”

So the only thing I asked her to do was to pick the outfit and talk about each member of her family:

“This is my Daddy! Daddy drives me to school and high high with me.

This is Mummy! Mummy reads story books and chitchats with me and tells stories.

Yaya cooks food for dinner and fried rice for me.

Meimei only drinks milk because she is a baby.

Clarissa is 3 years old. She loves everyone and everyone loves her.”

She also learned how to use the scissors! Lots more practising required, but it’s a good start.

Kept her occupied for a long time!

It’s a good thing I’m still on leave.

I’m not sure if we would have enough time to work on homework like this when I return to work!

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