A Talk About Marriage

Kyla saw a wedding car parked downstairs of our house and she started to ask a string of questions.

Kyla: Mummy, why there is a wedding car?

Me: There is a wedding and someone is getting married.

Kyla: Why they get married?

Me: Coz the boy and the gal like each other and they married to have kids like you and didi. At the end of the year, you will attend Gugu's wedding.

Kyla: Next time, I will want to get married too. Didi also. But why gugu has two weddings? Cannot, she married before.

Me: Gugu has an English wedding and a Chinese wedding.

Kyla: Why two? Why english and chinese?

She kept asking why until I had to divert her attention on another topic.

Lezane Speaks

Didi started to call Papa and Mummy last night on 25 Jan 2010, Monday. Hopefully, this is the start of his journey in the vocab world unlike Kyla. Kyla started to call Papa and Mama when she is a year plus but she just stopped there. She only started to converse when she is 2.5yrs old.

Witchy business

Kyla: Mummy I am Princess. Papa is Prince
Me: No, papa is King. Didi is Prince
Weikai: No mama is Dowager.
Kyla: What is Dowager? (she thinks for a while). Mummy is Witch.[weikai starts to burst out laughing and kyla starts to giggle]

This shows that I have been disciplining her too much and becoming an old naggy witch.

Going marketing talk

I brought Kyla to the supermarket and we were on the way home with a heavy trolley and my hand full of groceries. She offered to pull the trolley and I agreed. Our conversation during our walk back home from the carpark is:

Kyla: Mummy, I want to pull.
Me: Ok. Hold on like me and look in front. (she follows suit and trodded along)
Me: Kyla, walk on.. walk... walk faster. (I was carrying a very heavy bag and wanted her to walk faster)
Kyla: Mummy, see...I am WALKING (getting frustrated with me and spoke in a very resolute tone)
M: My hands are breaking (emphasising the need for her to walk briskly)
Kyla: Let me see your hand. (inspecting my hand and said) No mummy, your hand no break.

How to answer her back... she made me laugh all the way home...

Kyla Speaks Again

I was cradling Lezane in my arms and he had dropped his bread on the floor.

Me: Kyla, can you help Mummy to grab tissue from the box on the table please?
Kyla: Mummy, you are a big girl. You can take the tissue yourself. You can, you know.
[she took the box to me but refused to take the tissue out. Instead, she insisted that I take it out myself and pick up the bread crumbs.]

She always use our words on us.

Toilet Time!

Kyla had been toilet trained since 2 yrs and 3 mths old. I have always reminded her about 'toilet etiquette' - my version of cleanliness and what are the dos and donts in a public toilet for her. So far, she has my standard of cleanliness for the toilet. everytime, when we visit a public toilet and if she sees the toilet not flushed or has paper on the floor, she would go "eee.. dirty". Anyways, this post is not about cleanliness is about our conversation in the toilet while she is doing big business.

At the resort, she had to shit and I brought her to the restaurant toilet.

Kyla: Mummy, 大便。
Me: ok. (carried her to the toilet seat and placed tonnes of toilet paper on the seat. I cannot carry her up for long now that she weighs a tonne and she takes a long time to shit)
Kyla: Mummy, coming. small one (one small shit, plong into the bowl)
Me: good job kyla.
Kyla: Mummy, big one ... long coming (she started to make sounds to push and I played along with her making faces to push for her)
Me: good kyla. how many more
Kyla: Three (raising her fingers to show 3)
Me: Ok...
Kyla: Mummy some more...
Me: ok are you done?
Kyla: Done (this is one of her favorite word)

She loves giving us live account about her shit. Is so Kyla... very vocal girl.

Kyla's talk show (Part 2)

Ivy: Want to follow borbor to fetch Mil?
Kyla: (as a matter of fact) NO .. (gave a flying kiss to Ivy and walked off)

Kyla: Why didi cry?
Me: Why do you think he cry?
Kyla: Maybe... he no shower...

The coach stops at a shopping mall.
Kyla: where we go?
Wk''s mum: Shopping
Kyla: Shopping again...

Gosh, her responses these days are so adorable.

Kyla is Growing!

Last evening, when I was back from work, I was greeted by a big hug from Kyla, whom I have not seen since Thur. She was in her best behavior, best mood. It was great feeling having to hug my little gal, who will soon oversize me, after so many days. Didi saw that I was not hugging him first, made some protest by screaming (he is so 'good' at screaming, that gets on anyone's nerves)

Kyla was excited to tell me what she has done for the day and during the trip, and showed me her self-made Deepavali card. During dinner, she took the camera out and showed me the photos taken during the Batam trip. Weikai played a video of her dancing and she chuckled all the way. It was hilarious looking at her, laughing at herself. [Weikai, we should video her and Lezane chuckles on of these days]. During bedtime, she insisted on singing only Chinese songs and knowing my chinese standards, I was trying hard to sing along with her and Weikai. When i do not know the lyrics, she will say "mummy.. sing" and I will have to pretend to know how to sing. It is time to learn the chinese songs. And she has a mind of her own now. For eg, our conversation last night:

Me: Can I sing this xxx song?
Kyla: No... let me think. [she would put on the thinking look and smile.. followed by actions trying to tell us what song to sing]

Me: Shall we wear this pyjamas?
Kyla: How about that?

She has also been asking whys, what, how, etc? Most of the time, i think my brain gets more stimulated than her as I search for words, ideas to reply her.

Kyla: Mummy, why stop? [we are infront of a traffic light but it is green]
Me: Becoz there is a car infront of me, that is not moving
Kyla: why stop?
Me: Did you see the car is not moving
Kyla: why mummy no move?green
Me: [getting irritated] kyla you see the car infront, is it moving?
Kyla: No why stop?
our conversation just goes on until I moved and turned right.

My little girl is really growing.