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How Spiderman got his claw

The husband has a little-known quirk when it comes to counting with his fingers. I first discovered this peculiarity not long after we started dating. We had a *study session in the campus canteen to mug for our finals and we were testing each other on one of those media theories I never really understood.

To illustrate point 1, he raised his thumb to form a “good” sign – which was fine and totally normal.

To illustrate point 2, he raised his thumb and index finger – also normal.

At point 3, he raised his thumb, index finger and middle finger. Which led me to assume that at point 4, he would also raise his fourth finger like most normal people would.

But at point 4, he raised his first 3 fingers and his pinky, like he was making a claw.

Me: What’s that?

Husband: *still holding the claw* What’s what? You didn’t understand content analysis?

Me: No, that. *pointing to the claw*

Husband: *still holding the claw* You mean point 4?

Me: Seriously, your point 4 is the spiderman claw?

Husband: How do you do point 4, genius?

Me: Like normal people do…with the pinky down. Or with the thumb down.

Husband: I am holding up 4 fingers, that counts as 4 right?

Me: I don’t think it works that way. That’s distracting, like you’re missing a finger. Just do this. *held up my first 4 fingers with the pinky down*

Husband: I can’t. My fingers hurt.

Me: Ok stop it, you’re making it worse. Now it’s like a chicken claw. How about you don’t ever count with your fingers?

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What I forgot to add was that he’s also not supposed to teach the kids how to count with their fingers. Because this is what happens.

*By study session, I mean a session where we engaged in intellectual discourses on media theories instead of say, watching Will Farrell videos on youtube.

kids in motion, precious moments, Videos I dig

By far the best rendition of the Macarena ever

Most preschool performances have several things in common – mediocre stage direction, abysmal choreography, average lighting and a very distracted cast. For the most part, it doesn’t even look much like a performance.

But then they usually also have the most enthusiastic audience.

Because there’s a universal rule of parenting that we all adhere to: “When your kid puts up a performance, you scream and cheer like it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

Which is what we did last Friday when the kids had their year-end school performance. I’ve watched it 20 times and it still cracks me up.

And here’s a dose of Hipstamatic Happiness to kick start your Monday.

On another note, the awesome TaoShu iPad app is out and you can download it hereThe kids really love TaoShu – till this day, these are the only Chinese books they will allow me to read.

Also, it’s good to have Petrina Kow back on air every Monday with Joe Augustin. Tune in to Lush 99.5 to check it out.

a spot of singapore

Kampung Kids

Ever since our trip to Melbourne, the kids have been wanting to visit farms to hang out with animals. So we searched the Internet and we found a place called Kid’s Kampong, which is Malay for “native village”. Which basically means a place with lots of old stuff and animals.

The entrance fee was $1 each, and it includes a bowl of animal feed, like fish pellets, rabbit hay and carrots.

When we walked in, there was a huge pond with lots of flappy fish. These fish seemed to be really hungry and they swam right up to the kids waiting for food. Some of them were practically on dry land, flapping around for a pellet. Fish are so not my thing, unless they’re crispy and golden brown with a side of fries.

Tru knew this handful of food had magical fish-drawing powers and he held it carefully, rationing it out one at a time instead of flinging the whole thing into the pond. Some of the fish would eat right of his hand and Kirsten would be all “ewww I don’t like the fish to touch me.”

The ducks were kind of cute, with their yellow bills and orange feet. And they have kind eyes, unlike chickens who have crazy eyes.

If a duck could talk, it’d be all friendly-like, with a “Hey, how’s it goin’? I’ll be over here chilling out having a swim and a sandwich.”

If a chicken could talk, it’d say “I’mma bite your ass. Because I’m crazy.”

There were also bunnies, which were surprisingly clean. Like this little guy that I almost wanted to bring home.

A morning of fun for 4 dollars? Totally worth it.