Once when he was moving from one house to another, I was there to help...
B: Honey what can I do?
L: All these need to be moved up the lorry...
B: Eh *surveying the mess* which ones?
L: Those *waving his hand about*
B: *staring at the huge bags, piano, sofa* .....
L: ... never mind never mind.. you stand aside.
Later...
L: You have nothing to do right? You take the car and go buy 14 packets of rice.
B: .....
L: .... you cannot drive...
Even later ...
L: Take this cloth and go wipe all the cupboards..
B: YAY *snatching the cloth* ok!
Soon after...
L: Why are you scratching away? Why is your hand bleeding??
B: ... skin sensitive...
L: ... don't wipe already don't wipe already... Then what is it you can do??!
Finally...
L: I have a job for you.
B: YAY... yes??
L: You sit here.
B: Ok!
L: Hold this *plonks a vase on my lap*
B: Ok!
L: Stay there.
B: But do what?
L: Be pretty.
B: ... like the vase?
L: Yes.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
funny lor, why he never ask,can you eat? or can you shop? if he did ask that, what will be your reply then?
ReplyDeleteI hope he see this comment la
hahha I eat very little also. I think he knows about the shopping though.. that's always my job. hehe :)
ReplyDelete