My girl loves to talk. In fact, she talks too much. Our poor ears ! From the moment she gets home till bedtime, it's all about her. Listen to her, she's the Princess. The King and Queen cannot talk when the Princess is talking. That's what she said.
Hubs boycott her tonight because she was naughty, didn't want to talk to her and manja her.
She was talking aloud in the car, to herself :
opposite of white is black
opposite of bright is dark
opposite of off is on
opposite of tall is short
opposite of big is small
opposite of day is night
opposite of expensive is cheap
but she did get a few wrongs :
opposite of cat is dog
opposite of house is car
both hubs and I giggled quietly while she chatters at the back seat. At least we know she's learning something at her kindy.
Then going home, she sings this :
Five little duck went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck then said quack quack quack
but only four little ducks came back
four little ducks went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck then said quack, quack, quack
but only three little ducks came back
and on .. and on.. and on.. sometimes missing out some ducks,, from five to two, then to four, all in the wrong sequence..
but she can go on singing for hours.
as I'm typing this, she's still singing.
coz the father had boycott her, not manja-ing her as she's naughty
My girl, she just loves talking, yakking, singing on good days, screaming, yelling and commanding on bad days !
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but sometimes...
my ears needs a break !
