32 months old

Dear Elle,


"Pew.. Pew.. Pew..."! Oh! How much fun you have pretending fire gun to your dada while trying to dodge the attack at the same time. That's your favorite game between you and your dada.

That night we did the puzzle together, you blurted out "Good job! mama!" when I put a correct letter in its place. Your favorite words are: "I don't know.", "I don't think so.", "I want it!", "I don't want it!". You said mama is a silly boy and dada is a silly girl. You always so well-mannered saying "Thank you" and "Sorry".

Oh! The way of you being so pretentious tickles our funny bones. During the meal, you put a finger to your mouth and say "shhhh... Be quite! No talking!". You never get tired of shhhing us over and over every time we try to carry on a conversation and be so proud of us abide by the same rule as imposed on you. One night while we're having bibimbap for dinner, dada was mixing it up and you pointed at him saying, "Don't play with your food, papa!". You looked so proud of catching dada red-handed as dada always be the one warning you NOT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD.

Just days before we put the Christmas tree away, you stood on your little chair, cup your hand around your mouth, made a "Ah-Hem" sound and began singing free-style. The lyrics went something like these: "Jingle bell, jingle bell, that's my christmas tree...", "jingle bell, jingle bell, papa fatty zai, papa botak, papa botak, papa bobotak!...". Oh boy! You made mama laughing so hard that happy tears welled up in my eyes. The other day you made up another song went like this: "Johnny fishing a kangaroo... dora in bungle jungle...". Too lovely.
Love,
Mama