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There is another thing about Ian’s speech.

Since quite sometime ago, around 13 month old, he was already able to call ‘mama’ in a very correct Mandarin pronunciation Ma4Ma3 (妈妈). And he was able to call ‘daddy’, ‘popo’, ‘Shell’, and etc too.

Though some of the other things he cannot pronounce correctly now, they are quite closed and we can guess. These are something like:
‘Ner-ner’ for McDonald’s
‘Sek dak’ for sit-down
‘Sek dak’ or ‘Sar’ for star
‘pu pu’ for Winnie the Pooh
etc

But, when it comes to calling his grandfather ‘Gong-gong’ (公公), Ian has great problem in it.

He always calls him ‘TaTa’. We really puzzled by this. No body has ever referred to his grandpa as ‘tata’, from where did he learn to call him ‘tata’?

I tested Ian.

“Ian, say ‘Oh What’”
“Oh wad”

“OK, now say ‘Oh no!’”
“Oh ner!”

“OK, good. Now say ‘Oh gong!”
“Oh….” Silent, and turned away.
or “Oh… DA!”

Someone told me that the Indians call their grandpa as ‘tata’, so teased me that Ian is a little Indian! Is it true that Indians call grandpa ‘tata’? I don’t know!

Lately, Ian likes to say, “Sek dak, sek dak, sek dak…”
For quite some time we really don’t understand.

I asked, “What are you talking about? What 食得 (Cantonese – can eat?)?”
Later, we found out, actually it means: SIT DOWN.

Then, every time he says, “Sek dak, sek dak, sek dak,” every time we assume he says “Sit down”.

But… later we found another version of ‘Sek Dak’ – that is ‘STAR’!!!
We discovered that only when he was pointing at his bolster, full of shape of stars.

There is so much of guessing games with Ian. But it is also very fun to be able to guess the puzzle. Very fun!

Last night when I reached home, FIL wanted to fetch MIL to her Taiji class. So, left me with Ian alone at home.

MIL likes to let Ian wear pants, just pants, without diaper.

So, after I scooped my rice and dishes, I thought:
“Hmm… better change Ian into diaper, so I can eat in peace.”

On the way taking the diaper, I touched Ian’s bottom – still dry. Okay, I thought.

After bringing out the diaper, I walked towards Ian, whose eyes were suddenly glued to the TV, and he was standing…

Uh oh! I saw water on the floor. He has peed!

Fine! I removed his pants… but found something inside, brown colour, solid… his poo!

How can he stand there, continue watching the TV, at the same time pee and poo?!!!

Okay, fine. I cleaned the scene and cleaned his bottom. Then rinsed all the sh*t in the pants, put aside the dirty pants in the basket and walked back to the room to get a shirt for him.

On the way, Ian chased me from behind, passing me a piece of clothes. I thought:
“Wow, good boy, know what I need…”

But when I took it… aiyah, it is the sh*ty pant that I just put in the basket! He must have thought that I have left it behind, and I was probably looking for it?!!! I immediately LOL!

At the sight of me LOL, Ian also fell on the floor LOL. I don’t know whether he understands what I was laughing, but we both hugging each other LOL.

What a good stuff to go with my dinner yesterday.

HR: Suz, you just accepted an intern, please follow this URL to attend an online training.

Suz: What? Accepting an intern also have to attend training ah? I don’t have the time.

HR: Online training very quick and easy one. You do it at your convenience and you can break it into a few sessions up to you.

Suz: Okay, now everything online.

That’s why our bum gets bigger and bigger… our life gets more and more boring.

Heard of this quite some time ago…

There is an angmo first time arriving to Malaysia. On the way from the airport to the hotel room, he sees this billboard put up by our government: “JIMATKAN AIR”.

He asks the limousine driver: what is that word “JIMATKAN”?
Driver: “JIMATKAN”? That is SAVE.

And this angmo thinks: What? Save the air? What’s wrong with this country? How to save air? Stop breathing for a while? Breath less frequently?