a spot of singapore

Color me happy

Part of my National Education curriculum involves bringing the kids down to Changi Airport’s Terminal 3 to do woodblock coloring. There’s this corner with paper, crayons and woodblocks carved out with semi-patriotic expressions of art. Like a picture of the Merlion (which can also double up as a science lesson about crossbreeding lions and mermaids) and one of the Vanda Miss Joaquim, our national flower.

While they color, I get to teach them about our unique cultural heritage.

It would have been more patriotic if not for some random pictures of coffee. I was trying to figure out how coffee was representative of our Singapore culture seeing that we don’t actually produce any. I suppose we drink a lot of coffee, but that’s probably less of a Singaporean thing and more of a Starbucks thing.

Speaking of, we should probably have a iconic national drink. Wait, we do have that awful Singapore Sling. We should definitely trash that and make it the Milo Dinosaur instead. That’s an intensely badass drink. In fact, I’m going to make myself one right now.

Happy Monday!

Funny or So I think, Kidspeak

Look mommy, there are balls in my knees

I had a whole amazing blog post idea for today but then I’m bringing the kids to the Botanics for a walk instead so I’m totally going to phone it in and repeat some of the conversations I’ve had with the kids in recent days. So it’s like they’re earning their little field trip by doing my work for me and we all win.

Also, it will be very useful material for my speech on their wedding day. Yes, I’m already preparing my speech for when my kids get married, I’m efficient like that. It will be equally awesome and embarrassing.

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Kirsten: Mommy, what you doing?

Me: I’m trying to sleep. No more talking, sweetheart.

Kirsten: Ok.

*pause*

Kirsten: Goodnight Jesus. Mommy, I say goodnight to Jesus.

Me: Jesus says goodnight too. Ok go to sleep.

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Tru: Mei mei don’t jump, you’re stepping on my balls.

Me: what??? do you even know what are balls? where are these balls that you speak of?

Tru: Here. *points to his knees*

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Tru: I need to sleep on mommy’s bed because there’s an octopus.

Me: Right. Where is it? I’ll ask daddy to catch it.

Tru: Daddy cannot catch it. When mommy go bathe, the octopus will come out.

Me: So it’s hiding?

Tru: Yes it’s hiding. And I don’t like the octopus.

Me: Ok fair enough, I don’t like hiding octopuses too.

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Kirsten: Mommy we need to take bus?

Me: Yes baby, we’re taking the bus today.

Kirsten: Mommy you got no car?

Tru: Mommy needs to work then got car.

Me: So should mommy go to work?

Tru: No. I like to sit on the bus.

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Tru: Mommy I need to go poo poo toilet bowl.

Me: Just give me 2 minutes, Kirsten is falling asleep.

Tru: I need to go now. If not I will poo poo on my training pants and it will drop on the floor. I cannot let the poo poo drop on the floor.

Me: *sigh* I know you’re not actually urgent enough to poop on the floor but for the convincing argument, I’ll take you now.

 

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Hang on Little Tomato

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