My sister’s maid has gone back to the Philippines for a month’s holiday. To ensure my dad (who lives with her) has proper lunch and dinner prepared for him, I’d been going over to her place 3 times a week to help out. I’ll work from home half a day, and then I’ll pick the girls up from school with Jelly and then go to my sister’s place and work from there for the rest of the day.

On one of the days that we were not going to my sister’s place, I picked the girls up from school without Jelly.

In the car, this conversation took place.
Zaria : (seeing Jelly didn’t come with me) How come Aunty Jelly didn’t come today? Today we’re not going to Karen Yiyi’s place?
Me : Ya. Today we stay at home.
Zaria : But I want to go play with my kor kor.
Me : Huh?
Zaria : I want to go play with Norman kor kor. (Norman is my nephew)
Zara : (chipped in) You know what this means?
Me : What?
Zara : You should get married to Daddy again, and give us a didi. (I told the girls they have to get married to give birth to babies when they asked me how babies were made)
Me : *TING! Light bulb litted* Oh, you want a didi?
Both : Ya!!
Me : Can…. To get a didi, mummy and Daddy need to go pak toh (Cantonese : Dating) and go for holidays alone without the two of you. Then after a few times of pak tohs and holidays alone, then only we can get didi.
Both : Huh? Go pak toh?
Zara : I don’t want you to go pak toh and holidays without us. I don’t want didi already.
Zaria : I also don’t want.

There goes my chance to get my permanant going out visa.

In case it gives you wrong ideas, pak toh or not, holidays or not, definitely there won’t be any more didis or meimeis. We’re quite sure about that.