Me: How was Cooking Restaurant, Alex?
Alex: It was great. And you know why, I got to watch a show!
Me: Oh really? Was it a show in the plaza for Chinese New Year?
Alex: No, it was Shaun the Sheep!
Me: Oh, on the TV screen in the restaurant?
Alex: No, on Daddy’s phone!
Me: Yikes.
Alex: Why yikes?
Me: I don’t know.. yikes, lucky you, you got to watch telly on Daddy’s phone.
Alex: Well, I’ll tell you what’s yikes. I vomited!
Me: Wait, what?!
(He did actually vomit. Choked on a pork bone. Yikes!)
When I went to bed last night I discovered someone had beaten me to it. And he brought with him a midnight snack.
I won’t lie to you, there were a LOT of crumbs to deal with.
When Bompa was visiting, we went to the Mai Po Wetlands Park, a bird-watching reserve. The visitor’s centre had this very incongruous activity layering coloured sand in a jar, and Alex BEGGED to be able to make one. He promised he would treasure the jar and make it worth the $20HKD or whatever it was, then took seriously the task of choosing colours and funnelling the sand into the jar. He treasured the jar all the way to the car, and into the house, and then put it on the table and never looked at it again. Oh well!
We took Fin and his friend P to watch a charity equestrian show at the housing estate across the road. The boys were semi-interested in the horses, but far more interested in the playground.
While Finny and his little friend C were with their helpers as their mums worked, we heard them outside the office having fun on a trolley! P didn’t want to miss out, so he jumped on as well.
Finny and P found some autumn leaves!
Finny absolutely loves his backpack, which he got for Christmas. He feels very proud of himself, taking his own backpack to preschool or on an outing.
We had a brilliant time with Aunty B and Uncle J who visited for 2 nights. They gave Finny this batman costume for a late Christmas present and he wore it pretty much the whole time they were here.
Alex: Knock knock
Me: Who’s there?
Alex: Boo
Me: Boo who?
Alex: Don’t cry, it’s only a joke! Hahahahahaha!
Finlay: Hahahahahah!
Me: Knock knock, Finny.
Finlay: Who’s there?
Me: Ivan
Finlay: Ivan who?
Me: I-van working on the raillll road, all the live-long day!
Finlay: ……Hahahahahaahahah!
Finlay: Hey, Mummy, knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
Finlay: Ivan!
Me: Ivan who?
Finlay: Don’t cry, it’s only a joke!! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Finlay’s word of the moment is ‘kersplode’. As in, ‘Mum, I can’t go to the toilet because there is sand on the floor and if I stand on it, I will ker-SPLODE!’ or ‘If I don’t eat some food I will ker-SPLODE!’
It’s one of those times when we enjoy the mispronounced word so much that we now say it like that, which will probably mean he won’t learn the right way to say it for many months to come. Excellent!
Finny: I can’t brush my hair because my hair is not long enough, and if I brush my brain, it will explode.
I walked in while Finlay was playing with playdoh and cutters.
Finlay: Oh! I’m not eating..anything..
Me: Really?
Finlay (honesty wins out): I’m eating a cookie.
Me: What does it taste like?
Finlay: Like playdoh!
I made the boys a fruit smoothie from pineapple, papaya and banana in my lovely new blender, feeling very motherly and nutritious..
Alex (sipping): It tastes a bit like vomit.
Me: !?!?!
Alex: Just a bit like it.
This debonair character is Fluffy, a pompom that Alex made at school. Fluffy is the boys’ current obsession (Alex even made a bed for Fluffy from a paddlepop stick and cardboard), and has been the cause of many arguments over who may have the right to hold Fluffy at any given moment. Finlay calls it a pom.
It was, therefore, rather distressing when Finlay found Fluffy under the coffee table this morning, when Alex was still in bed, with half his woolly guts hanging out. We deduced that one of the cats had found him and played with him. Fair enough, for a cat. I thought if I threw away the clumps of wool that had come out, and trimmed the loose ends, that Alex would be none the wiser. But, of course, as soon as he woke up and came to join us, Finlay ran over and said with high drama, ‘Alex, the naughty cat ate your Fluffy!’ There was a bit of reassuring to be done.