Gabe: Papa. Armpit hair. *derod raises arm and gabe fiddles around*
Derod: Smell? *gabe does it!*
[Now, the boy will plonk his face into his dad's armpit voluntarily expecting some laughs out of us.]
While out in his stroller one late afternoon, Gabe repeats in complaint "shai!", after which he reaches backward and with both hands crack the pram's shade down to maximum, exclaiming "cover!" as he does so.
"Dark dark cannot see aeroplane!"
Derod: Waigong/ waipo/ yeeyee zhu na li?
Gabe: Potong Pasir
Derod: Baby zhu na li?
Gabe: Sengkang
Derod: Ji lou?
Gabe: San lou.
Gabe woke up one morning, sat up and declared "Must call gu por and hinweng gong!"
It was one of those days that we had derod's dad's car with us and I took Gabe to pick derod up from work. I casually told him as we were entering the CTE tunnel, "go inside tunnel". It stuck. Subsquent trips would involve Gabe going, "Fetch papa. Papa office. Go inside tunnel. Uncle James [derod's colleague who shares his office room]."
Gabe was with his maternal grandmother one Saturday afternoon and she was having a hard time putting him down for a nap. After having her patience tried for some time, waipo decided to raise her voice and Gabe pouted, rolled away with his back facing her, and a short while later, turned back to tell waipo "hui jia..."
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