The man tattooed the papaya and asked his son to bring it to me at midnight last night. I was in my room and this little boy came in with a papaya. I told him, “You want papaya, go ask your father cut for you, mommy doesn’t like to cut papaya.”
He said, “Mommy!! Look!!!!”
Then, I took the papaya and told the other sons, “Is your father is hinting I got papayas?” And we had a good laugh with all the action of papayas hanging as saggy boobs.
Since watching Madagascar 2, they had been poking fun at me. You know, in the movie, Gloria the hippo is really fat and they told me I am like Gloria. Whenever I am squeezed in between #2 and #3 in the tiny Persona, they will poke my Michelin tyres from left and right and then sing, “I like them chunky…chunky, chunky, plumpy, plumpy” Arrggh…sons!
I forced everyone to sit down and take a family photo using my tripod. But after 6-7 photos, I still couldn’t get any proper ones. So, here is one for posterity sake.
And another one.
20 years later, I shall come back to this post and compare pictures. That is if chanlilian.net still exists.
And dinner was yakiniku.