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Friday, December 29, 2006
-3:48 PM
christmas was 4 days back, wanted to blog but couldn't. oh well, i shall recount my horrible experience with toddlers that day.Jayne, Rach and I had volunteered with the "child-care" that day so that parents with young kids could listen to the message. the thing is, the only reason why i volunteered was because i thought we'd be handling babies. NOT toddlers. goodness, i absolutely dislike toddlers. which i mentioned specifically. kids from 3 yrs of age onwards start being able to talk back, lie, cheat, and lust over members of the opposite gender. (i'll prove that to you later)started our duty off by blowing balloons. yea, Bob the Builder balloons. well, it was alright since we got the guys in our level to help. and soon, little kids(potatoes) started streaming in, some looked nice to eat, i mean, cute. the guys decided join the care-taking seeing those cute lil things fotunately, because i don't think 3 of us could seriously take on about 20 to 30 such kids. and this kid, she was quiet at the starting, hence i tried being really nice. but guess what? she soon got sticky, (along with her brother) and demanded that i played those pigsie games with them or she wouldn't join in. i'm like, okok, let's form a circle! and then she started making me open sweet wrappers for her, only to request me to throw those wrappers away as well. i'm a poor lil girl now. and soon i get both siblings crawling on my lap and refusing to get up while my face soon gets distorted cos their bones are jabbing into my thigh.her lil bro now wants to pee, so i bring him to the kiddy's toilet, where the doors are only about 1.4m high such that you can peep into the cubicle (so that you can watch that child peeing i guess), and there are no locks to the door. so this lil boy stands infront of the hole, yes, the hole((: and pulls down his pants. *eyes-widen* ok, his back was facing me. and he's position was in the way of the door so i couldn't close it.and the next moment i turn, he's done. i look at him, he to me. *looks down* Oooo, nice aiming boy! the floor was decorated with nice yellow liquid. "flush the toilet now Max." "I don't know how to flush."now he makes his way out of the cubicle while i continue staring at the floor. *tiptoes across the floor to flush* it's really nice to hear that he knows there's a sink for him to wash his hands.and back in that kiddy place... this boy was apparently trying to strip his (girl) friend off her jacket cos she was wearing some spagathi strapped dress. like ewww. he did that throughout the programme infront of the teacher and infont of me. total oblivion. i am horrified. kids these days are of a way different generation. i mean, i bet my level wasn't like that when we were their age. ok, we had catfights, but that's basically all. you don't have skirt-chasers running loose in class, nor do you have dirty fellas who don't know how to pee, pee anywhere but where they should pee in. and you sure don't have shrewed kids ordering you around.i'll make sure my kid (in 10++ years time) doesn't turn out like anyone of them. yuck.
just went out with daddy to j8 for our "special" lunch as promised from him. was funny cos we were walking around in cirlces trying to decide where to eat. landed up at Cafe Cartel. ate our romantic lunch at a two-sitter. YJ, his bro and his mum came along coincidentally. daddy says he's handsome which i agree. but i still don't like him. haha, bad memories from previous class. went on to buy my bag after lunch. daddy chose it! daddy has good taste.
