He exclaims really loudly, "I like this motorcycle…and this other one also," when we are at the multi-storey carpark, then breaks into a mini discourse on what colour of motorcycle he plans to buy, how it has to have 2 big exhausts and that he will be sending me to places as his pillion rider.
He has decided to end his strike on eating 'pork chop' and ask for it recently to my pleasant surprise. He enjoyed every bit of it and he told the helper, "Today's pork is nice, make sure you cut it thin like that next time." This was not an attempt to imitate what I have said before, as I have never commented on this particular dish that my helper prepares. Goes on to ask his dad to measure his height as he claims that he has grown taller as he "eat well today". I am not complaining though, I do hope that the strike ends soon for the many other nutritional food items on his 'I don't like' list.
He loves pretend play and he is always prefers that I follow his pretend script. He is the doctor, and I am the patient named 'mouse." He tells me I have to crouch down like a mouse and speak in a squeaky voice, anything less is not becoming of a mouse. Then advises that I have "to be careful when I climb the tree next time", tells me which bones I have broken from the x-ray, passes me the medication and that I have to come back to see him in 2 weeks.
"Mummy, play with me," are the words I hear a few times a day as he tends to want my undivided attention most of the time. Keeping up with him requires lots of patience and energy and I am amazed by the amount of energy he has. After a long day, he does not sleep till it is like almost 1030pm. Just when I thought he is tucked comfortably in his bed, while I am winding down in front of the computer for some 'me-time'…
"Mummy….Mummy!" He calls from his room
"Ok! What do you want?"
"I need my blanket."
"Here is is."
"Keep it at the side, so I can pull it when I want it."
"It is on the side of the bed, pull here."
"Pull where."
"Here…you better sleep now ok."
Before I can settle down on the chair…
"Mummy!"
"Yes, what do you want again."
"I can't find Mickey"
"Hang on, there he is, under the blanket."
"Ok, thanks Mummy…"
"Sleep now please, it is late."
"Ok. I will sleep well."
"Goodnight, 晚安"
"早安, hahaha."
" It's 晚安…sleep now!"
"晚安…"
As I walk out his room, I hear "晚安! 晚安! 早安…hahaha"
He trails off, and he sings to himself for another 15 minutes before he drifts off to sleep.
This is already a huge improvement from 2-3 weeks ago when I find myself being called to his room at least 4 – 5 times, after he has been tucked into bed.
Three is such a wonderful but challenging age. He is imaginative, expressive, so enthusiastic about learning new things, yet at the same time, have no qualms about testing his limits to the maximum and finding ways not to do the things that he has been told to do. If two's have been terrible, I think the words to describe three is talkative, tyrannical, turbulent, tiring but still…terrific. What can I say, I am just a mom who is a sucker for punishment.
I like his pretend play… so cute!
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his ‘prescription’ totally cracked me up! K is adorable! and very creative i must say!