It was one of those days I managed to chill for a bit more while Minibean attended her once-a-week in-school Chinese enrichment class.

After I picked her up from her class in a breezy afternoon, scented by the rain, we did the usual routine of:  Get home take off shoes. Take of socks. Put down school bag. Take out water bottle for mummy to wash. It will then be followed by running through her communication booklet together with her, before she would sometimes share with me what she learns in school.

She was pretty eager today with her chinese enrichment reading text. She seems to love English more than Chinese, but she seems to pick up chinese must easier.

So she flipped to her text, and showed me what she learnt today.

I nearly choked on my saliva when I saw it. Cos instantaneously, I just caught…. something.

Something just seems so wrong. That I immediately MMS it to my twitter account.

Yes, this is what they are learning in nursery, and I had tried hard to stifle a snigger when I read everything.

(For those who don’t understand/read chinese, this is how it is loosely translated…)

Little Girl Han: Quick papa, quickly do it with me! Index finger, index finger, get it up!

Papa Han: Index finger, index finger, get it up!

Girl: Thumb, thumb, get it up!

Papa: Thumb, thumb, get it up!

Girl: Middle finger, middle finger, get it up!

Papa: Middle finger, middle finger, get it up!

Girl: Ring finger, ring finger, get it up!

Papa: Ring finger, ring finger… papa cannot get it up lah, I’m getting old already!

I thought I was the only one who raise my eyebrows, cos it is so wrong on so many levels! Then after I posted it.. it seems like most of my friends do have their minds deep in the gutter. Their minds also strayed!

And ah, I am glad I am no longer a chinese teacher, or else if I receive such text I would howl with laughter and probably cannot recite it to the class and lose my job for good.

So I feel better about myself now. HAHAHA.

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Napped the late afternoon away with her after getting the laundry done. Since I had prepped her porridge earlier in the noon, I could actually take a rest together with her so I could stay awake for Gossip Girl/How I met your mother and my book later.

Got my renewal of credit cards done (which means making the calls to shamelessly ask for waiver), and received the dreaded letter…. for the annual fees of my insurance policy.

Okay, enough to propel me to want to do something. Like travel before my money all goes to bills. Hmphf.

I have since finished the first to the millennium series yesterday noon, just before I rushed to pick her up, and was so glad that I managed to sneak in other chores and did some supermarketing with her just for some us-time.

Was heading to the carpark when we saw an old man with staggered steps walking into the lift we came out of.

I looked on with admiration. It was Mr Chiam See Tong, and I almost wanted to say hi but thought it would be too intrusive. He is the only one opposition who truly impresses me and I think he is a good person with raw dedication and passion. Sometimes you just can sniff a good heart from miles away.

Totally random but he is a Piscean too.

Made dinner and I like the tomato base baked pasta better than the creamy one I made the last time round. Thankfully I made servings for 4, which turned out to be just right.

Minibean finished her massive bowl of porridge filled to the brim and asked for pasta too. It was 8.45pm when pasta and dinner was over.

And then she had 3 bottles of water.

I was pretty worried when it was barely half an hour later when she asked for a full feed of milk (200ml).

Then less than an hour later, she asked for 2nd feed of milk.

And then less than an hour later, another feed of milk.

She had one feed plus a full load of water before she went to sleep.

Is she hormonal like her mother too?! Thankfully she isn’t 14 or else I will be very worried by her sudden appetite.

But I think I should start to get very worried over food and milk powder. Tsk, high-maintenance babe I have in da house!

The consolation is, her concept of money is better these days after we have taught her how to save and she will bring her little purse out to buy “special things” to pamper herself.

The other day she got herself a carebear magazine, the first she has bought with her own savings.

I had said I wanted a bag, and she told me she has lotsa money these days and she can buy for me, and she doesn’t need me to buy her anything anymore.

But I don’t know how many 10 cents it will take, and if she would have the strength to lug the coins into Chanel. Ahem.