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Zara and Daddy falling asleep in the LRT<\/span><\/p>\n Here is a typical conversation you can hear when I’m doing revision with Zara. Here is a typical conversation you can hear when Daddy is doing revision with Zara. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n When I ‘play’ with the girls, normally we do building blocks, cooking (I’m always the customer so I can just sit there with my book while the girls served me), or beading together.<\/p>\n When Daddy ‘plays’ with the girls, he’ll be the horse they ride on, he’ll be dancing ballet with them (imagine 6feet tall and tippy toe-ing with his girls), or he’ll run after them when they cycle.<\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n When I’m the one tucking in the girls, if we started reading at 10:15pm, I’ll rush through the book, and by 10:30pm, lights out, girls sleep.<\/p>\n When Daddy is the one tucking in the girls, at 11pm when I peeped in, he’ll still be reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n And this happen one day during breakfast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n So besides not knowing what time the girls have to go to bed, what time their school starts or ends, what activities happen on what day, what medicine they should be eating (if they fell ill), whose cup is whose, or whose toothbrush is whose, and besides occasionally being his girls’ Knight in Shining Armour<\/a>; <\/p>\n Daddy is more fun and Mummy is uptight.<\/p>\n
\n“Are you paying attention or not Zara? Did you see what was the question?!”<\/span>
\n“Can you write properly, they are different words, make sure there’s space, when it’s one word make sure the letters are together!”<\/p>\n
\n“Dad, don’t even say the ‘R’ word ok? I don’t want to hear it.”<\/span>
\n“Dad, I’d done this so many times, did you pay attention to what revision you did last time or not?”<\/span><\/p>\n
\nI tell him, “Hello, lights out by 10:30pm. They have to go to school tomorrow ok?”<\/span>
\nHe’ll reply, “But they are enjoying the book.”<\/span>
\no.O”<\/p>\n
\nDaddy having bread and jam and a cup of tea. He left his tea bag from his cup of tea on his plate.
\nWhen he wasn’t looking, Zara tore open the tea bag, sprinkled the wet tea dust on Daddy’s bread.
\nWhen Daddy bit into his bread, he spat everything out, and shouted for me to see what Zara did.
\nHe then laughed and said, “You tricked me yeah?!!”<\/span>
\nThen Zara, Zaria and him had a good laugh.
\nImagine, if she did that on my bread….what’s going to happen?<\/p>\n<\/div>