You know we always encourage our kids to share their stuff. Share food, share toys…cause we don’t want them to be lil bossy at home. So our lil girl, she’s pretty generous. I’d say 90% of the time she will share with you. But sometimes the sharing goes beyond your wildest imagination, and I start to wonder, now how come that sharing has become distorted.
See what I mean in below conversation.
Sharing Baby (Vyktore)
Faythe: Mommy…you share with me your baby OK?
Mommy: Which baby? This one? *Points to Vyktore*
Faythe: Yes this one…Vyktore boy is also my baby
Mommy: No, Vyktore is mama’s baby. You are also mama’s baby. Cannot share, that’s Mama’s one. Next time you older you get your own baby OK?
Faythe: No no..he’s mine also…..
Mommy: No lah, he’s mine. My baby *purposely pull her legs kekeke*
Faythe: Mama, you share with me OK? I got no baby. OK mama?
Mommy: OK lah, I share with you, but when you have baby you share with me also OK?
Faythe: OK…story doesn’t stop here…read the coming post next week on baby sharing…
Faythe: Mama we go fast fast in my car…*whilst I was driving, she said this*
Mommy: This is mama’s car, not your car. Where’s yours?
Faythe: *thinking*…I got no car….you share with me OK?
Mommy: *Adui..share again?* No lah where can share? I share my baby with you. Now you want to share my car. Cannot…
Faythe: Can can cause I got no car, so you must share the car with me
Mommy: But this car is papa’s car, he buy for mama
Faythe: papa also buy for me…
Mommy: *deng….I’m speechless*