I brought home HL low fat milk. BB wanted to drink; he loves this fresh milk very much. He asks Sri to get his cup and tear the seal. This is his routine motor skills exercise. He then pours the milk into his blue cup slowly and steadily.
After a while, I heard sound of something fell off from the kitchen, went to check, milk spilling on floor and table. Never mind, I did not scold him but told him to be more careful next time. 2 minutes later, “ping pong” cup and milk on the floor again, spitting milk out from his mouth some more. Argh! That’s it, he did it on purpose. I smacked his palm hard. He stared at me half-guilty, half-cheeky.
Me: BB, good boy don’t do this, say sorry…
BB: Sorry kakak
Me: Say sorry mommy…
BB: Papa
Me: Say sorry mommy…
BB: Papa
Me: “B” (raising my voice), stop it, say sorry mommy
BB: Sorry mommy
Me: Say I won’t do it again
BB: I won do it rgain.
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BB: Knock Knock Knock Knock…..kakak open the door.
Kakak: Kakak in the toilet, wait…
BB: Stupid, open door.
*Speechless* I don’t know where did he learn that word from, I never taught him that. *sigh* did he pick up the words from the playground? The other day I heard him saying “farker” when he was angry. I hope he meant fork.
*Picture taken on last sunday. He put on his backpack his popo gave him and told me bb wants to go to school.
