I just mopped the floor.
And I sat down to check my emails.
Hahaha at the background.
I turned around and the floor is sprinkled and decorated with Kueh Kapit bits everywhere.
So I took out the vacuum cleaner and began to vacuum the floor.
And a tiny hand came to "help" me.
"Mami, are you cleaning the house? I help you ah? Mami let me hold. WUAH! the vaccum cleaner so noisy."
And the vacuum stopped working. Why?
Ohmmm............ Times like this really make me think about sending him to school. But then it's only for 3 hours only. Same same, still can torture me and be cute at the same time.
If he did this to me last year at this time, I think I'll go mental. But then I just smiled and continued to vaccum. I think after one year of torture practice, I think I am immune to this kinda situation. Or maybe I became gila edi.