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Ashley and her daddy

Ashley had her daddy on a leash. Literally !!!

She is leading him along by his tie.

When her daddy got home today, she made her dad get down on all four.

Then she walked in front of him, beckoning him, she said, “Here, doggy ! Come on ! Come on,boy !”

Daddy obediently followed her lead, crawling on all four.

“Good boy, doggy!” She said, patting Daddy’s curly hair, so much like her own.

DH was amused to no end and played along.

Sneaking a glance at me, DH tilted his head towards the little one to tell me to see what Ashley is doing, shaking his head in disbelief and trying hard not to laugh.

He obediently followed her from the guest room to the bedroom. From the bedroom to Kimberly’s room, just to earn her little pats and approving glances.

“Good doggy !!” She said, patting the top of his head every now and then.

When daddy is tired and tried to finish off the game by standing up to stretch, she wouldn’t let him. She insists, “Sit, doggy !! Sit !!”

And daddy obediently flopped down on all four again.

I don’t think I have the energy for that kind of play anymore. Age is fast catching up!! Actually, age has caught up. Ha ha !

Moments like this reminds me not to nag my husband too much. At times, we forgot what our DH has done for us and tend to weight too much on what he has not or could not do for us.

Every now and then, I tend to side-track from the important things in life, and ponder too much on the trivial.

Light moments like this lifted us up and erase all the trivial arguments instantly.

Anyhow, thankfully, god created daddies for little girls !!

And luckily, god made little babies and little children so adorable that their daddies are willing to forget every tired bones in their limbs to oblige their little darlings.

Of colourpencils and little girls ….

I don’t know if any of you do this?

If I am the only one around, I must be more old-school than I thought.

When we were young, and the colours in our Luna colourpencils ran out (Luna was the ONLY brand around those days, or rather, the only affordable brand), my mom would just nicks my elder brother’s old colour pencils and fill mine up with it.

So I got stuck with , like, 2 green in the same shade, no orange, no yellow, no red, 2 blacks, 2 blue, no purple, 2 brown, no white etc, while my more privileged elder brother get a new set.

It’s no secret that my mom favors boys over girls. In my era, anyhow. But we didn’t hold our 4 brothers against it, because we love our sibling unconditionally.

Anyhow, those days, our colour pencils only come in 12 shades. Kids from better to do family could afford those with 24 shades, but these kids are like far and in between. Probably only one kid in the whole class could afford it. And we are talking about the seventies, okay? Not the eighties. And EARLY seventies at that !!

Anyhow, we all would be hanging around the “rich kid” checking out her colours while she basked in our admiration. Haha.

I had vowed never to be like my mom, favouring one kid over the other . In my mom’s case, she favors boys over girls. We have 4 boys and 4 girls in the family.

And as a kid of age 10, I had, tainted with embarrassment (okay, it was only a slight embarassment, I exagerated) over those mismatch colourpencils, in childish reverence, feverously vowed that I would never deny my kids colourpencils if they wanted a new one. Ha ha.

Also never to dress my girls in boys’ garb, when the boys outgrew their clothes. I have like 12 pairs of jeans and no skirts. And my tee were all boys’ colours. Till I was 14 anyhow, when my mom then started buying me skirts and clothes in fashion.

I mean, I admire my mom for her silent strength, her wisdom and her perseverance in the absence of my dad, but that is besides those marks left from childhood. Ha-ha.

Unfortunately, I find myself now in my mother’s shoes.

Kimberly have around 6 boxes of half filled pencil colours lying around the house. And more stray ones lying around the paint boxes adorning the bottom of her paint easel.
I really didn’t want those colour pencils to go to waste.

Now, I have this discarded used set from a box of 24 shades

And I have this discarded used set from a box of 40 shades.

I took out some colours from the box of 40 shades and slot in the vacant burrows in the box of 24 shades, filling up the gaps.

Then I quietly snuck it back into Kimberly’s schoolbag.

She is none the wiser for it, although she knew I change the box.

Has this ever happened to you before? Falling back into your mom when you are determined not to?