This little boy here has gone for his undang-undang test at this very moment and then to take his bike licence. *chew nails*
Just last night, in the car:
“Dear, if Jeff didn’t bring up the subject about getting his bike licence, don’t you dare to bring it up. The longer he delays, the better.”
But what do you know? Back home, he greeted us with :
“Papa, tomorrow morning, wake me up 7 am because I am going for my undang-undang test (traffic signs test).”
So, looks like I will continue to pusing-pusing posing-posing with our bike while my eldest son has gone on to take his licence. *haih* My atm insisted that if Penang boys do not know how to ride bikes are nerds and pons.
“But my second sis’s three sons all also don’t ride bikes what.”
“But your second-bro-in-law is from Ipoh what. You don’t know that Cantonese people are extra kiasi wan meh?” (don’t throw your shoes at me, I did not say that, my atm said so)
Now where is my Stormie Omartian “The Power of a Praying Parent”. I need that now and more coffee, please. Soon atm is going to buy a bigger bike next.