Son woke up at 5.50a.m. this morning. DADDY! DADDY! BIRD! I told him to go to sleep again. He's insistent with pleas. BIRD! He's referring to his favourite character, Big Bird of the Sesame Street.
He changed strategy after his whines went unattended. Nen Nen! (Milk! Milk) He wanted his feed. Or so I thought. I made his milk, opened the CD that he wanted to watch but alas, he didn't want his milk. I was frustrated. I switched off the television and threatened him to finish his milk. He sensed my anger and obediently picked up his milk bottle and finished the content. By then, I was on the couch, nursing my lack of sleep.
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