Oranges. You like them cut? Or peeled? or blended? How about squeezed?
All 3 of them had the special privilege to have freshly squeezed orange juice every morning when they were toddler, diluted twice, to encourage them them to drink lots of water.
Now that they are over that age, in the you-don't-drink-this-water-you-will-get-it-from-me stare age, I would just cut or peeled the oranges for them. But they still have orange+tomato juice as breakfast each morning.
Today, didi dunno fatt-meh-san-keng laukei for orange juice, and had to be squeezed and not blended. I just ignore him and said there aren't any oranges left in the fridge. So then he nagged whole day to go out to shopping mall and get them.
Eventually we did. When we came home, he held the orange squeezer and bugged me to make him orange juice. We had a good long debate on why he need to drink orange juice, squeezed, while he can eat them cut, or he is already drinking it blended every morning. He maintained that he wants to drink it, without any other fruits along, and that this year, he hadn't drink any squeezed orange juice.
Forkuan jor, I snatched that thing he was holding, and cut the orange into half for him, squeezed them hard, while complaining why he must give him so much things to do with him standing beside me. I told him "see? now I have to wash this, and this and the cup after you finished drinking it" and bang the cup on the table unwillingly for him.
While he enjoyed sipping the drink, and I was still furious on his sudden unreasonable demand for his craving, I continued cutting the rest of the oranges for the rest of us. Then I turned to him and barked "Have you finished?". He jumped up and looked at me in puppy eyes, nodded his head. Dang! At that moment, I just held myself from laughing. Why am I getting all worked up over it anyway? Do I want to be call a diktator like goolypop? NO!!! I'm not like her! I'm loving and caring and nice...
While we were eating our cut oranges, he came over and whispered softly "Can I have one?" with his puppy eyes..Heizzzzz... it's so hard to be angry with him for long. But I think he won't ask for squeezed orange juice for sometime.
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2 comments:
1. goolypop is the innocent victim. Goolymama is the dictator. I honest, i admit it's me. *paak sum hau* Lam yan dai jiong fu, lau huet patt lau lui! (no connection but suits my paak sum hau action)
2. I like my oranges ditumbuk macam belacan.
3. to answer ur Fatt-meh-san-keng ques... its Fatt orange san keng.
4. Do you understand why I am a dictator sumtimes? Siong tau leh?
1. ya, i meant you are the diktator, takkan i "wat" budak kecik. though i am so tempted to form "say no to sudden unreasonable demands from kids" group in fb.
2. then cook with kangkung, right?
3. that was not a ques. that was a nice swear word.
4. you are a diktator becoz sinkar say you are. LOL!!!
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