Mummy knows she has a tricky case when she has such a cheeky bundle of absolute cuteness as her spawn.

• Like how I love emptying her bottles of lotion, and mops the floor with it.
• I particularly love those that come in pump bottles, and sometimes I get into such a mess that Mummy can only shrill in horror at the end results before she starts cleaning up. Of course, there are other times like this when I tiptop-ed to reach out for her lotion, and accidents happen. She would laugh and ask me to pose for a picture before cleaning me up. Her reactions crack me up! I didn’t seem to understand her joke though..
  
• Sometimes, I realise how Mummy can be a totally competent goalkeeper. Like that morning when I stopped her heart. They thought they are smart, but I managed to find the bottle of Sheltox hidden away in the storeroom. I cupped my hand next to the muzzle and pressed(hey, it works like pump bottles too!) with the other tiny hand, as Mummy screamt in horror. I rubbed my hands to spread them like they were hand lotion, and just before I could pat it onto my face like toner, Mummy had sprinted and dove towards me and grabbed hold of my hands, ending my fun. I was dragged to the bathroom and given a shower and a thorough scrub. Well, at least her goalkeeping skills had been a life-saving skill too. Mummy says I live life on the edge.
• I love running towards Mummy and hug her thighs. Then I will lick her thighs, leaving trails of saliva dripping down. She would frown and pout, and I would do it over and over again just to see her reactions. Well she should be glad I didn’t bite her fleshy thighs!
• Gee, did I mention I am no longer in love with raisins? They are now my playthings and I think I have outgrown them.
• So, what do I like now you ask? I am a lady of expensive taste. Popo brought a pack of chicken essence back from the hospital after we visited gonggong, I dragged the entire pack into the room, trying to get them out of the box. When busted, my cries and sobs of, “I wanna drink bird’s nest! I wanna drink bird’s nest!” were soothed  by “IT IS NOT BIRD’S NEST! IT IS CHICKEN ESSENCE!“, but I think they were just trying to fool me so they can keep it for themselves.
• Speaking about immaculate taste, Mummy gave me the ultimate “DUH” look and looked me from the sides of her eyes when we were in the cab just the other day. I don’t see what’s the big deal, cos all I did was to point out to the houses by Holland Road, cooing, “Wah! Pwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeettteeeeeeeeeee houses! Baby want to stay here!” Mummy mumbled something under her breath about marrying some rich man, though I couldn’t make out if she was talking about herself or me.
• In the cab, I tore my fingernails and watched the blood seeping out. I don’t get why they were so upset with me. Mummy had to ask a passing nurse for a plaster.
• I have been making frequent trips to the hospital and I was too short for the video to capture me. I always shout “masks!” (kou zhao!) and “Swine flu” (zhu liu gan!) whenever I see those jiejies and korkors in masks measuring my temperature. I am a very up-to-date 2 and half-year-old ya know?
• And yes, if you hadn’t realised, I turn 2 and half years old today.
• Nothing escapes my sharp eyes. I pointed to Mummy’s hair and cried, “In your hair!”. No one knew what I was trying to tell Mummy until they found the orange sticker from the hospital tangled in her mane. Told cha you should have listened to me!
• I have destroyed so many tubes of lippies while trying them on. Damn, I can never figure out how to use it.
• Mummy’s new Microsoft mouse and keyboard look awesome. When she wasn’t looking, I took her old ones off the table and struggled to put the new ones onto the table when she wasn’t looking. She took it as a cue to change her old keyboard, and now has to get used to the new keyboard for her word challenge games (Aunty Effy must be sniggering).
• I am scared of Mummy when she puts on those scary, muddy masks. All she has to say is, “Mummy puts mask okay?“, and I would just run. Far, far away. I used to cry about it, but now I just manja her to say, “Not okay!” (Bu yaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo)
• Sometimes I embarrassed Mummy, like that day when we went to IMM and we were walking around the hypermart. I got a little overzealous with my baby food, and insisted on tearing the packaging to feed my hunger. Mummy took it away from me and I wailed like a… er, baby. I hid at a corner with my head against the wall, and took glimpses of Mummy. That should work, I thought. Alas, she saw through the act, and I had to run after her.
• After not seeing Mummy for couple of weeks, when I finally saw her, I ran out of my seat, and ran to her, saying, “Mummy sayaaannnngg!” She was beaming and had tears in her eyes. I think I brought her comfort, though I might not understand how I do that.
• I like ang mohs. I saw Mummy’s colleagues during their meeting, and there was a cute ang moh who was the one who gave the denim dress I was wearing to me. He told Mummy that I will give her lotsa problems after I grinned, smiled, play “shyshy” and acted all coquettish around him. I waved and gave him a flying kiss… giggles. Mummy reminded me he is a (powerful) father of 3 girls(identical triplets) and I wonder why I don’t have 2 sisters who look exactly like me.
• I am getting more sensible. I used to bawl when Mummy leaves for work, but now I will be understanding and I would send her to the door and tell her, “Come back early!” (Zao dian hui lai!)
• When I saw a very weak gongong lying in bed, I was apprehensive of going near him, cos I am afraid a clumsy me might hurt him.
• I walked into Mummy’s room over the weekend and saw her sleeping. She looked so tired. I closed the door and whispered “Mummy tired“…. “Mummy rest“. I think I caught sight of her smiling in her sleep.
• I have been charming everyone. During one of the trips out a month back, I made friends with various jiejies and korkors so they would give me ballooooons! Pweetttyyyy balloons. I asked for all and they gave me all! They were so nice and included me in their group pictures! I gave them kisses and made them smile. Yay. Mummy was feeling down that day, and when we were heading home in the car, she lie down close to me, and snuggled up to my tiny body. I was feeling kinda lost and I sat there quietly and leaned my head down onto hers.
• Mummy says she wants me to be happy. I want her to be happy too.