2024 was an interesting year for Morgi with plenty of new experiences. Parenting this fella for the past year was full time competition to see who excelled in discipline. Unfortunately, I was on the losing end since my son monitored the clock quite seriously. “It’s 4pm, let’s start Science revision” was a slap in my face (since I was the one who suggested this, but while waiting for 4pm, my favorite on screen character was just about to expire in a grand way). To off or not to off the TV. That was the question. Discipline backfired.
Moontent
Father and son ONLY overnight school camp. All mothers were given a “Manager” T-shirt and counselled to Just Go Away. Aka the Gentlemen should could survive on their own... Hahaha, I like a humorous school.
Feel the silent despair of impending separation in this photo. (start of the camp) Heaven knew we need never be ashamed of our tears, bhawaaaaaa… going to be apart for one full day!!!!
On the opposite end, overly excited managers were happily posting photos of themselves heading to JB for a girl’s day out. FINALLY!!!! BYE BYE BOYZ!!! Me? I secured good seats with Meggi at Hamilton, and slept soundly that night with extra leg room. Sweet.
Boys will be boys. Everything was a competition. New sleeping bag purchased (we had 2 in the storeroom). New tent delivered (we had 1 in the store room). New cooking equipment bought (hello, you are just cooking one meal, bring a pot and cook noodles!)
Let’s rehearse camping in the living room before camping in school. Total eyeball roll… “What if dunno how to set up on site, HOW?”
Photos of the gentlemen were released a la minute on group chat as proof to management that their family members were still alive. What miracle, they could cook… Oh… Wow, what are the other fathers cooking? Ok. Certainly, some serious competition going on…. Wah that grandmother stove even made an appearance. Pride.
Chili crabs?!!! Win liao.
Check out the “other” tents. Legend has it that some dads even ordered ice blocks to provide “air-con” to their stuffy abode. To those who sneaked home in the cover of darkness by climbing over the school fence (you know who you are), you have my utmost respect!!! Moi did the same during my P6 camp but ended up in the police station. Who knew our friendly neighborhood policemen were so hardworking even at night.
Home Theatre
One evening, Morgi suddenly declared he was staging a play and gathered us in his room. Needed 2 more person to act and 4 audiences - generally more than our household population. Oh wait, he counted his soft toys…
Lights off, torchlight suddenly switched on with Morgi narrating a story about a treasure on an island guarded by a monster…” Dad, your turn! Now! Next scene, off the lights Mum, change scenes. Dad HERE!!!” All super chaotic with torchlight on and off, Ken and Meggie ushered everywhere in and out of the spotlight. Nobody knew the role they were playing or the storyline. Just wing it! Impromptu.
Suddenly ended off with a bizarre mass dance. Best play ever.
Chinese Tuition
In line with our slow awareness on all things school related. In Aug, we shockingly discovered Morgan’s Chinese result was a FAIL. Time to take the hard stance as a responsible parent… Tuition! But. How to sell tuition to a wimpy kid? My successful strategy was to put him on a month-long cocktail of hard-sell, potential results glamorization, passive aggressive “all your peers have tuition except you” plus a somewhat apologetic plea to just TRY, you might like it?
SUCCESS. Well done, Morgan. Well done, us.
A Yellow Butterfly
Morg found a caterpillar and happily adopted it. Less than 24 hours, he was horrified at the amount of poop a caterpillar can produce. Instead of learning about pet care 101, he was more excited to have found a great name to his new love. Thou shall be called Poopido.
Happy Birthday
For the first time ever, Morgi invited his friends for his Birthday. Almost burst out in happy tears. MORGAN HAS FRIENDS!!!!
He was so happy. We were so happy he was so happy.
Sigh… No wonder sonny is my favorite son ever.
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