TLC : The boy who cried for help

I am currently multi-tasking. While I am busy trying to send a file from my phone and trying to figure out what’s wrong with the Samsung kies installed in J’s lappy, I am doing the laundry and waiting for the food to be cooked. You may ask, what are the kids doing? The usual morning thing, busy playing and making a mess inside the house. I gave my little girl a sandwich and suddenly behind my back, I saw something thrown near my foot.

Damn. It was the sandwich I gave the little girl. LJ cut it into pieces and was busy throwing it in every corner of the living room. Oh. Em. Gee. I can smell mess and chaos all over the place again. 



I held a stick. I stood in front of my little boy who is not wearing any short because he removed it already. He was staring at me with rage trying to scare me. When I started to talk, he ran and tried to hid behind the fridge which is close to the wall and impossible for him to hide behind it.

LJ : Help! Help! Help! Trouble! Trouble!

Oh come on. I haven’t done anything yet. I haven’t even uttered a single word. I was just about to say, “Please pick up your mess.” If we are living in the states I guess my neighbor already called child protective services.

But when I said in a calm manner, “please pick up the scattered bread”. He stopped and tried to pick it up one by one and threw it in the trash trying to avoid me at first. Suddenly, when he was done he came to me and said, “friends mama?”

So he really knows he did something wrong right? Oh terrible twos. When will it end? 


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