Daddy already forewarned me but I thought we could try to sneak away from it again.  But there’s no escaping this time. 

The boy needs to have a ticket of his own in order to watch the movie.  That was what we were firmly told at the ticketing booth.  So we took heed and paid full price for his advance ticket.  Despite the fact that he’ll likely be sitting on one of our laps throughout the entire two hours on Saturday.

Daddy said it was good thing we checked, rather than be embarrassed when the three of us try to enter with two tickets only.  I was however a little miffed, over the fact that a 4-year-old needs to pay for a full price movie ticket without any concessions.  But that’s just the cheapo charlie in me acting up again.

So this marks another milestone in his growing up journey.  Watching Shrek on Saturday with his very first movie ticket.  He’s really looking forward to it and let’s hope he will cooperate by sitting on his own.  Otherwise, there goes our legs, and there goes the ticket too. 

This is grossly unfair! How did we end up with such a bad deal, being earrings for this silly woman of all women?  We’re sure we can’t find a worse owner than her, to wear both of us together despite the fact that we’re not a pair.  And it was not once.  It was TWICE! 

First time she claimed that it was too early and she didn’t have enough sleep so the mistake.  Okay, we let that passed cos we were kind of concealed behind her hair then and we think not many people saw us and realised her fashion faux pas.  But who in the right frame of mind would make such a mistake again a SECOND time?  The worst is that this time, her hair is so short, there was no way of concealing us. 

And believe it or not,  she didn’t realised until midday when she tried to tug one side of her hair behind one of her ears.   We saw her stupid embarrassed expression on the mirror but instead of removing us, she thought it better to pretend that it was a new fashion statement and continued to have us on her ears till the end of the day.

We didn’t know what else to do?  What could we have done?  We were at her mercy!   So we just played along as well.  Good thing nobody said anything about us to her even though we’re dead sure they saw us.  If they had asked her, we’re certain she’s going to say this is a new fashion trend then try to muffle her silly laugh.  Tsk tsk tsk.

She should really get her head examined.  To make such a laughable mistake, both times, in her professional capacity.  If she had gone to the markets in us, then people could have just dismissed her as a crazy woman.  That’s one big dent in her professional image now, and there’s no escaping from it. 

By the way, if you dare mention this to her, she’ll definitely laugh it off.  But we tell ya, there would be tears behind that laughter.  If you care to look closely enough that is.

Both daddy and I aren’t social creatures.  We are extremely uncomfortable when it comes to community stuff.  So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to us that our boy is like us, rather anti-social.

You probably can tell from my blog that we’re a rather close-knitted family.  We hardly join parties, or for that matter, even join anything else.  We basically thrive best when left on our own, to have our own fun.  Birthday parties, except for his first, were always kept within the family.  And I never even bother to celebrate for him in school, using the excuse that it’s always a public holiday.

But I thought he should get more involved in kiddy stuff.  Like Sunday’s McDonald’s show for example.  I thought it was worth losing some nap time and he should enjoy himself with the shows and activities. 

Well, except for the fries, he wasn’t very keen on the entire show.  He didn’t even want to be too near the crowd and when it was time for the puppet show, he said he wanted to go home. 

I cannot read his mind very well but I guess I was too presumptions.  He was obviously uncomfortable and I can understand that feeling quite well.

As a kid, I went to a Church once with my primary school teacher.  Geez.  I remember I felt so out of place and refused to join in the singing and the praying.  That must be how my son had felt.  Not being able to fit in.

I can’t say if this is a good or a bad thing.  This could be a passing phase and it’s probably too early to conclude that he’s anti-social even.  For all we know, he may turn out to be a social butterfly, unlike us.  And if that happens, we will probably have more to worry about then. 

Birthdays for us are always about the same cake.  It doesn’t matter if it’s his birthday or mine. It’s always the same black forest cake.  Well, because it’s my favourite.

And it’s always the same process.  We’ll buy the cake secretly and try to stuff it somewhere in the fridge, hoping the other will not see.  Most of the time, the other will just play along, so as not to spoil the fun. 

Then it’s always guessing when the cake will be served. 

This time, he did it slightly differently.  By secretly calling the maid when we were out to have the cake ready by the time we get back.  So when the door was opened, it was the first thing I saw.  

10 years on he still tries to surprise me with the cake.  Nothing fanciful.  Nothing elaborate.  But it never fails to light up my day and brings a smile to my face.

I was surprised that he decided to change his scope of WORK last evening.

Instead of playing with his usual cars, train sets and what nots, he dugged out this Boggle Jr set which I bought him more than a year ago and started assembling the words by himself.   Something he has never shown an interest in before.

Although he wasn’t technically spelling them according to the instructions, but I was glad that he’s keen on just putting the words together.  I’m sure he’ll pick up some learnings along the way. 

Looks like my little parrot is ready for more SERIOUS WORK!