Let me get this off my chest before I call it a night. Turn my blog into a confession board.
Kid #1 – A 10 years old neighbour. He is so boastful. I want to kick him down the 3rd floor of my apartment. I seldom allow my kids to run around the neighbourhood and usually, he is restricted to sitting at the grill door for a chat or go down to the garden, within my ear shot.
I overheard my son told kid #1 that he has RM10 which he had saved. Fuwah, you know what that boastful little baboon said?
“You know ha, my father got FIVE MILLION dollars, you know.”
My kid is not stupid, wei.
Kid #2 – Also 10 years old. Just got a handphone. Damn, why must parents give their 10 years old kid handphones? To give them brain tumour, issit? Damn belagak. Like people never seen a handphone before.
I got so tiu-ed, I told my son that he cannot get out of the house and mix with them, ever.
Kid #3 – Fat like a pig. About 11-12 years old. Was at the bookstore, stoned to the TV screen showing some small toddler programme. Inane stuffs. He laughed like mad cows. After that, his mother came by and he went, BURRPP….yadda yadda talk about the silly show BURRRRPP……yadda….BURRPPP
If I am the mother of any one of the kid, I would give each a good, tight slap. Boasting and burping right into people’s face are not acceptable. Urggh….children are mirrors of their parents, aren’t they?