My Boy Today

Overheard MIL talking to Justin.

MIL: Leng chai, who’s leng chai?
Justin: Justin leng chai.
MIL: No lah, Justin not leng chai.
Justin: *Spit* (I’m still trying to correct this habit)
MIL: You leng chai meh?
Justin: Leng chai, Justin leng chai, handsome…
MIL: No lah, Justin ugly.
Justin: No, leng chai, Justin leng chai…
MIL: Leng chai “fa dian”
Justin: *Blinking his eyes at MIL*
MIL: Wah, so pandai fa dian…Leng chai leh.
Justin: *Smile, and blush* Justin leng chai…

I was having some headache in the evening, and asked Justin to take care of me.

Justin: Justin massage…*Stroking his hands on my face*
Me: Thanks boy, how about body?
Justin: Massage *pat pat my tummy, legs, and hands*
Me: So fast? Mommy want some more.
Justin: No, Justin massage mei mei.

Then, he went and pat pat Isabelle. That’s what I worried sometimes, that he might pat her too hard.

Me: Ok lah, Justin, mommy still want massage.
Justin: No more, Justin tired. Mommy massage you (me).

Yikes, already headache but have to “fok si” my boy…