My wee little girl was around 14 months. Then, she could only speak in short, incomplete sentences, was still being breastfed, wearing diapers, and dragging her blankey around. Heck, she couldn't even feed herself properly.
But no, those incompetencies didn't stop her from lying to save herself from being smacked by Mama.
I can't remember exactly what she did, except that the living room floor was in a mess. And she was the prime suspect - since I was in the kitchen and Gary was taking a dump.
Needless to say, I was angry. So I asked her (in an angry, loud voice): WHO MADE THE MESS?
The wee little girl stood very very still - almost buried in the mountain of tissues, water, etc etc she had made - and blinked back tears.
WHO MADE THE MESS?! I repeated my question, as I towered over the wee little girl.
In a wee little voice, she whispered: Dada.
What? My head was reeling. She had lied. Without even batting an eyelid. She was only a baby. Why would she lie?
In an angrier voice, I told her it was impossible. Dada was in the toilet, and even dragged Gary out to prove it to her.
So I asked her again: WHO MADE THE MESS?
After exposing her lie, you'd think the wee little girl would repent. But no, she didn't.
She went on to finger the blame on several other people: Mum (she was referring to my mum, her grandma), Abelle (her babysitter), Sam (her babysitter) and Tatik (my mum's domestic helper).
Aiyoh. By then, I didn't know whether to laugh or remain solemn and angry.
Then Gary joined in to torment her. We told her everyone was either at school or at work, and that there was no one else in the living but her when the mess occurred. And we both looked furious.
Finally, about to unleash her torrent of tears, she said: Barney... mess.
And pointed to her beloved soft toy friend who was sitting innocently in a corner of the living room.
I took a cushion, buried my face in it and burst out laughing.
6 comments:
Maybe we're all born with the ability to lie and she's trying it out. ha ha.
Gee, I wish I'm motivated enough like you to write down all these growing up stories!
Keep it up, Evie!
See lah see lah, still say you're not a mommy type. Erk, kids. Still freak me out.
Anyhoo, note to self: Check in and comment on stuff at this blog more often.
It's been pretty busy (that we don't even realise who's there or who's not sometimes) but reading this blog totally makes me wish you were still working full-time with us!! :(
But I suppose at least there's still once a week. :)
And I just realised my comments are always super long. WAHAHAHA!
J9 - Ya, I now believe we're all born evil. Elisa - I stopped for awhile, but I thought it might be good for her to read all these when she's older. Like a diary of sorts :P
Lyn, you are so lor soh. I still hate kids la, except Jubz. Don't you know I secretly pinch those annoying kids at the playground whenever they go near Jubi?
Omg I just saw your last comment! Not cool! But I also don't like kids - except Jubi, hee hee. My colleagues here talk about their children having flu like it's the most fascinating subject in the world. Oh dear!
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