Hot Fox!

If you're regular on this blog, you would know that Gabe picks up my weekly copy of a local magazine and flips through them every now and then. It happened that this Foxy lady graced the cover not too long ago. Derod was with Gabe when this incident happened, and told it to me like this:

Derod: I have to show you what your son did when he was looking at the cover.
Cheoklet: Ok...
Derod: He was holding up the magazine and ogling at the picture.
Cheoklet: You used the word "ogling".
Derod: Yes. Then, he used his right pointer and started scratching here. *proceeded to demonstrate the attempt of a peeling motion at the location marked with the red arrow*

The next day, I took a risk at my ego and asked him if "this auntie" was pretty. He replied yes. I pushed my luck further and inquired if he thought "who was prettier: this auntie or mummy?". And with a quick, cheeky slant of his eyes, he answered, "Mummy".

Oh God, give me strength and wisdom to deal with my son when he reaches that age where hormones rage over brain cells.