Monday, October 16, 2006
It's funny how that happens...first it was dark, and then its light. Neverending. Dark, light, dark, light, dark, light,dark, light, dark, light, dark, light, dark, light, dark, light, dark, light, dark, light...
"Auntie Yaya takmo maen lampu lahh. Nanti rosak, nenek marah."
And it gotta take a 3-year-old to remind me that at such a nice young age of 17, i should not be playing with the light switch. Brilliant. Of all the days she had to say that, it had to be today - the day where school reopens for me. The day where I, the self-proclaimed Ngee Ann Poly horticulturist, returns to that wretch building. The day where I get to finally step into school after a long time, hence, suddenly feeling so clever.
And the little kid just had to drown my self-smart-confidence boost into the fish tank.
As much as i hate to admit, it's the harsh truth, my friends - children sometimes make us realise the most stupidest, craziest things which we often overlook in life. Like how you can get a reversed 'p' and an upside down 'b' if you write the end of the small 'a' alphabet a little longer, and how climbing the windows will mae Mommy angry, which apparently is much much worse than falling down and getting a broken knee, or head, or both.
And how could you forget their constant ridiculous mispronounciation? But then again, you'll get so high with fits of laughter, that at the point you wouldn't be in much of a position to call anything ridiculous. You'll just be laughing. The best part of it all, they'll laugh
WITH you who's laughing
AT them. And they wouldn't so much understand what exactly the joke is about. They're kids, for God's sake.
Like a certain casting person i know who recently related an incident to me. It was a bright sunny morning and just as she was getting ready for work, her 4-year-old daughter bobbled down the stairs and asked,
"Mommy, if your name is Sarah, and i call you Mommy...why is my name Anna, but you don't call me daughter?"If I remembered correctly, she spatted out her orange juice all over the tabletop.
Now you clever, degree-holders, who thinks having a PhD means that you have the whole world in you pockets, tell me, how do you answer a question like that? I'll give you two seconds.
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Changed my mind. Half a second.
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TIME'S UP.
Now back to my point, this wonderful creatures God created, also never fail to bring a smile to our faces with their out-of-the-world answers to our question. In their mind, they'd channel in Kids Central and Cartoon Network combined-joint forces, and give you an answer to that simple
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"It's normal. You'll get replied ranging from
"When i grow up, i want to be older," right to
"I want to be BATMAN!"I did my own little experiment and asked my 3-year-old niece that question. You'd never guess what her answer is.
"Nanti Yah dah besar kan...Yah nak jadi kambing!"Go figure. Truth be told, i'd rather have her being batman.
One day when i have kids of my own, i'm gonna record their childhood and show it to them when they are around my age now. If they don't laugh till they cry, then i'm a flobberworm.
*The writer is NOT an Early Childhood Diploma student. She's just mental.*
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