Training for Fatherhood
Today I am in a bad mood. Before I start bitching to you, I wish to tell why I am in a bad mood.
Yesterday, I spent all of my Sunday at my gf’s house. There are 2 lovely young kids there that belong to her elder sister. They are my favourite munchkins in the while wide world. I adore them. I spoil them rotten with toys and treats. When we go out for food, I bring them to the best cafe’s and restaurants. While my gf and her sister eat, I’d rather play ‘open the hatch, here comes the train’ with them. Yes, I am training for fatherhood with OPC (Other People’s Children).
But last evening, while I tried to watch that insanely addictive Hong Kong-Singapore kung fu drama called ‘Buddha’s Invincible Nuclear Palm of Ru Lai‘ (something like that, I can’t read mandarin remember?) the kids would not leave me alone!
The 4 year old girl kept asking me to teach her how to spell CAT, APPLE, BUG, CAKE etc.
The younger 1.5 year old boy wanted me to play golf (he whacks the ball, I retrieve it) with him.
I wanted to watch the adventures of the faggotty hero Duan Fei and his gorgeous but expressionless paramour Xueyuen. I mean I really enjoy watching chinese men and women flying around bamboo trees throwing fireballs at each other leh. But the kids wouldnt let me. They climbed all over me. They dragged me upstairs.
I’m buying a VCR. Yes, one of those dinasaurs. So that I can tape my kung fu dramas for later viewing.
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