Yesterday Kai asked me if I knew what a fart and cough at the same time was called. I said, “No, do you?”
He said yes and then took out the last consonant of “fart” and joined it with “cough” to make one word.
I told him never to say it again.
Tag: kai
Two Kumars
I’m spending a lot of time writing Kumar’s (and several others’) script for Happy Ever Laughter 2014, and I’ve been explaining to Kai what I’ve been doing at work as well.
Then we came home one day, and as we were driving past the guard house, our night guard, whose name is also Kumar, waved his customary wave at Kai, who reciprocated.
Kai then told me matter of factly, “This Uncle Kumar doesn’t wear a dress”.
So I said to him proudly, “He can if he wanted to”.
I Think My Bedtime Stories Have To Improve
A month ago, Naomi and I started a new bedtime routine of “chat time” with Kai, intending for it to be a chance for us to talk about our day. It started off really well, with Kai eager to come up with stuff to talk about, and listen to our stories of what we did during the day as well.
Tonight’s chat started off in mostly the same vein, except I should have heeded the past few nights’ warning signs of “Papa, I’m a bit tired, can you tell me what you did first?”
So I told him about my meeting with an ad company, and afternoon rehearsal with Uncle Kumar, Uncle George and Aunty Jasmine, and thought he’d be really interested in what Uncle Kumar had to do in the studio when he suddenly raised his index finger and thumb and said, “Papa, this is a bomb, it will explode in ten seconds… one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… EXPLODE! BOOM! Hahahahahahaha!”
Papa made up this song
I felt strangely proud this morning when I drove Kai to preschool. The car stereo had yesterday switched to The Hossan Leong Show CD (in the CD changer since 2009). When I started the car after strapping him into his kiddie seat, this song started playing, and Kai was mesmerized, and when it ended, asked what song it was, who sang it, and whether I could play it again.
Later at home, he recalled and sang the chorus, some bits of verses, and asked if he could listen to it again.
It’s called “No Outside Food”, Uncle Hossan sang it and Papa made up the words.
I forgot to tell him music arranger extraordinaire Elaine Chan made the music and decided it should be a reggae piece (there’s a Cantopop ballad version).
I’m just not sure if he should sing it to his friends in preschool though.