Nope, much as i like it to, this post does not have anything to do with Vin Diessel *drool*. Rather, it revolves around a boringly exciting tale of dinner and a pacifer.
So we were out for dinner at Greenwich V yesterday night cos I was so sick of eating tingkat and of rotting at home. In the usual confusion of last minute preparations for going out, I forgot to bring an absolute essential when going out with K - her pacifier. Unlike her gor gor, she is a pacifier 'addict' and will cry if she doesn't have one in her mouth when she is trying to fall asleep or soothe herself.
We got to our destination relatively quietly but once seated at our chosen makan place (which serves pretty darn good food at the prices charged by the way), the addiction kicked in and K started making disturbed sounds in search of the pacifer that we did not have. The disturbed heavy breathing changed to soft wails and everything went downhill from there. Papa tried rocking her in his arms while Mummy rushed down to the *thank goodness there was one* supermarket to get a replacement pacifer to detonate K.
When I got back with the magic item, K was sleeping in Papa's arms (which made me go -__-|||) but woke up once she was placed back in the pram. As if nothing ever happened, she went right back to sleep again with the pacifier comfortably in her mouth.
Lesson learnt: Rock on Papa Yeow!! Wahaha...
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