Lauren and her balloons


Lauren is damn cartoon.

The other day she handed me a balloon and a pump and commanded “Can you blow this and tie it up for me please?” Then she walks away into my room.

I pump up while chatting with Megan and Jordan who were sitting around the dining table. I must’ve been distracted cos the darn thing burst in my hand. We break into shocked giggles.

From the room we hear “I knew it!” and out walks Lauren all smug. “I knew it THAT’S WHY I went into the room!”

Aiyoh.

She hands me another one and I notice that this batch of balloons are lousy thin and small shaped. I pump more carefully this time. Again she steps into the room. I’m done and it’s tied. I call her “Lauren?”

“Lauren? Lauren!!”
“Har?”
“I’m done. Your balloon.”
“Har?”

She finally walks out, pleased with the balloon I blew – with earplugs on.

Haiyah!



Breakfast in bed(room)


A breakfast picnic in the room. Special circumstances in case you think we’re so weird like that.
Joe & Shareen are busy recording their podcast in the other room and we all need to be quiet. Best I can do is to keep them occupied in a room as far away as possible. Pretend our house has a West Wing lah.
Ok brekkie almost done. I think TV would make a good quiet babysitter after this.