Let's Go Lay Some Kids

JJ: Who is Por Tai’s son or daughter, Mommy?

Pam Song: Ah Ma lor. Ah Ma is Por Tai’s daughter. 

JJ: *thoughtfully* So she lay Ah Ma... Then lay Papa... Then lay you... Then lay me...

Actually the logic is also salah maximum

but the grammar... the grammar, I just cannot.

Pam Song: Eh. Lay what lay?? We’re not eggs ah! 

JZ: *interrupts me* EH!! I'M OLDER THAN YOU! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY LAY ME FIRST!!

Pam Song: 🤦🏻‍♀️ I give up.

Gas Vs Guest

Pam Song: *to The Husband* Gas is coming.

JJ: *perks up and exclaims excitedly* Wait, you mean a guest is coming??

Pam Song: Haha no, no. The gas man is delivering gas. Nobody’s coming to hang out.

JJ: Awww!!! Bats.


Haha. MCO-ing is tough! This is proof that my social butterfly is missing the company of other humans other than us. See same face until sien liao. 😅