Belacans working hard at his desk, which normally involves sipping coffee and eyeing SYT colleagues around him.. *cough cough*, and then suddenly "toot toot"...
Mrs B: Dear, busy ar?
B: errr... yah, veeeerrryyyy busy. Wazzup? *sips coffee*
Mrs B: Ask you ar, should we put Suzanne into School 1 or 2 next year?
B: Err, what's the difference? Apart from them being located far from each other and that School 2 is newer...?
Mrs B: I want to put her into the afternoon class, since it's her first year at school. Maybe the afternoon session should be better for her to get used to school.
B: Neh... take it from my experience. No difference wan. Morning or afternoon session, will still sleep like a dog.
Mrs B: Oi! This is our daughter we are talking about, not the lazy husband I married!
B: OK OK! Peace! Err.... I prefer the original school.
Mrs B: Why? Shouldn't the newer school be better?
B: Well, I don't like where the new school is located. Have you been there?
Mrs B: No lah
B: OK, I bring you there this weekend, then we decide, OK?
Mrs B: OK, lub you.
B: Bye *click*
There... one more domestic issue cleverly solved (or postponed) by Belacans. I hope my girl don't grow up and asked "Why you put me in this school? I hate this school!". Die...
Belacans says... "mmmm, my coffee tastes particularly good this morning."