In short, let's just say that SueAnne's babychair is gathering cobwebs and dust. She managed to change that for a biological babychair - her daddy's thigh!
Yes, my baby is spoilt. She has never failed to perform her ritualistic dance near my chair whenever we sat down to have our meal. SueAnne will raise her two tiny arms in the air at me, do her legs shake shake dance, and sing a song of "eh eh eh em em em eh em eh em eh". But the killer move is when she looked into your eyes, with eyebrows and eyes squint just a little bit for effect, those clear black eyes with the dining table lamp reflected over them. Sigh... how to resist?
And when I put her on my lap, she wants to eat my food. Rice? Her favourite, but the No.1 on her list is tomato. If some salad leaves covered the tomato, she will diligently remove each leaf to reveal that small piece of tomato, pick it up with her tiny hands and stuffed into her mouth. When I asked, "Nice or not?", she will answer, "huh huh" with a smile.
Lately, she has started to pick up my food to feed me. Looks like to her I am the big baby. :P
And what is Mrs B saying to all this?
- "Dadddyyyy! Look at the mess baby did on the table!"
- "No baby... No!"
- "Baby! Look at your hands? So dirty!"
- "Baby naughty! Thar Thar!"
- "Bad daddy! You spoilt our baby girl. I am not talking to you today. Hmmpphh!"
Belacans says... "Man, I feel so priviledged" :P