Shhhh...

Photo: IC playing 'card' games with papa in the resto.

Sitting in a restaurant, IC and MC got busy with the colored pens and drawing boards given to them by the kind waiter.

Then the cap from one of the pens rolled down and IC was appointed to search for it under the table and chairs. She crawled down and shouted 'mama, there's a dark and dusty jungle down here.'

Shocked, my husband and I can only say 'sssshhhhh.'

When she's back on her seat we whispered to her that nobody's got any business down there. That it is dirty because it is the place where dogs of the restaurant guests sleeps while waiting. And that we should not talk so loud in a restaurant as other people dont want to be disturbed.

Then came the soup. It is a clear soup with some tiny meatballs and parsley and basil leaves floating in the surface. MC gulped her portion up in no time. But IC, who seems to be ready to just attack the restaurant today, said, 'Ewww, mama, I dont want to eat the grass in the soup,' pointing to the parsley and basil leaves. In which we reacted with another, 'shhhh.'

Unperturbed she continued confused, 'Why are you doing that again? I did not go down to the dark and dusty jungle anymore? Now please give me a tissue so I can spit the grass out.' Aargh, we just wanted to go home!

Actually, it appeared as though nobody heard her. The girls got free ice cream for dessert pa e :-)