And a trumpet too!

"Mama, please can you buy me a sexybom?"
"Mama, will you buy me a sexybom, please?"
"Mama, I'm a good girl - can I have a sexybom, please?"

And so I went for almost an entire week, every afternoon, I'd be asking mama for one.
Sob... mama did not seem to be able to figure out what on earth a "sexybom" was.

Thank goodness Mummy came to my rescue - with her professionally-honed child interrogation technique. The adults finally figured out what I wanted - no prizes for guessing - as I told Mummy - "It's a musical instrument, Mummy. Oh, and I want a trumpet too!" :)

How come?

Lately, Mummy's been posing questions to me. Everytime we talk about something, she tries to model and ask me questions like, "where is it?" or "why?" etc. Think she may be doing this in an effort to encourage an enquiring mind.

For the past few days, I've been asking for my things with words like, "Where are you?".

She was so pleased with me last night, when I started to ask her, "How come ... Mummy?"

And now, I'm looking forward to head out to the beach at Costa Sands later this afternoon for Aunty R's 21st B'day Bash! (pictures later!) Hooray!