K's excursion to Macs

Why would small children need an excursion to Macs? Isn't it an inborn knowledge that Macs is fastfood and hence, junk food? But notably has the best fries in the whole fastfood industry? And now it seems (or so some people claim) has food that doesn't decompose? But the parents are still fans (shhh) and regular patrons.

Apparently K's class were doing the theme on fastfood. So they were taught what each of the most popular chains had. Like which one had pizzas, which sold chicken and and which one had sundaes. All this all-essential lessons then culminated in a trip to Macs. To identify the food items, a chance to demonstrate good table manners and of course to indulge in the oh-so-healthy food.

Her grandparents and I followed her classmates to the nearby Macs. As expected, the Toddler class and Playgroupers were very excited, firstly to be sitting in the huge bus (all of a 5 minute ride) with their friends and to go to their favouritest place in the whole wide world.

She was put in a little corner table with two other friends. She could hardly see above the table but enjoyed every second of it! There she is eating her hotcakes and apple juice.







With her class teachers.

Going back to school but as it was raining, they waited to be brought to the bus one by one.

She still constantly talks about her going on this excursion with her friends everytime we drive by Macs. And would also remind us the rules they had learnt from her teachers: No screaming and running at the restaurant.

Kim says

As K sat on her throne this evening, she said to me, "So hot." I replied, "Yes, I'm feeling hot too." Then she said, "I need the fan, mama." P is so proud of her language skills.

P worked late today. B's room was infested with little bugs. They were crawling all over the wall where his changing station and cot are. Yikes. So I cleared out some of the stuff and wiped out as many as I could (in between feeding and playing with the girl) and waited for P to come home to exterminate the rest of them. Meanwhile, I had B sleep in the bassinet in our room. K was thrilled to have easy access to her baby brother. She patted him, played with his teddy bear and sang to him. In the middle of singing Twinkle twinkle little star, the phone rang. Within seconds, she answered it. Without hearing who the other person was, she said, "Hello papa." P was pleasantly surprised. After their exchange of hellos and how are yous, she said, "I singing Twinkle twinkle to B leh. You sturb me." P was tickled to bits after I explained that she meant that he was disturbing her singing.

Last night, K went up to P and voluntarily said, "I love you, papa." Aww...It melted his heart.

Kim says

This is Chyna. When she was much fluffier. Our little dog as we often fondly call her.



This is the country China.



I guess we never considered the complexities of it all for our children when we decided to name our dog Chyna.

We were watching YOG with K last night during dinner. Swimming was featured and China was doing rather well. I tried to tell her that aside from the name of her dog, China was also the name of a country, a big country at that.

Me: China is a place. Just like Singapore. Singapore is country. China is also a country. But it is far far away. It is a big country.
K: (Smiling) Big crunchy ah?