Animals are Cleverer than Me!

One of my recent after-school chats with mummy...

Me: Mummy, do you know that animals are cleverer than me?

Mummy: Really?

Me: Yes... a baby elephant can stand up and walk as soon as it is born!

Mummy: Oh, cleverer in that sense. Yes.

Me: And a penguin can go out and catch fish on its own when it is only 2 years old!

Mummy: At 2 years old, a penguin is considered old already... but nevermind. So what could you do when you were 2 years old?

Me: Me? (without even pausing to think) Break things lor!

Mummy: LOL!!!!!!

That's very true indeed! I was quite a destructive little menace back then and here are some of the things that "died" in my hands...

My favourite target was spectacles. The specs that belonged to daddy, mummy, Ah Ma and Yeh Yeh all ended up with the same fate... the frames were either bent or broken beyond repair *mummy shakes head*

Broken

Disfigured

Torn

Heh heh heh... digging daddy's wallet was just one of the many naughty things that I enjoyed doing! 

I Won't Be a Monster Mom Like You!

I did it again... I was caught filling water into the tube of toothpaste. The last time I did this (a couple of months ago), the remaining half of the toothpaste was ruined... it became watery, diluted and unusable. I was given a stern warning on never to do this again.

Independent in the bathroom... I can manage all the "bathroom businesses" on my own (from small to big, including bath). However, whenever I'm unusually quiet for a while, I'm definitely up to something no good... 

Last Saturday morning, mummy caught me repeating the same offence on another tube of toothpaste. Unable to contain the rage in her, she spanked and scolded me. When asked to explain my misdeed, I complained that the toothpaste was too hard and by adding water, I was merely trying to soften the paste to ease application! *mummy rolled eyes* Me and my grand idea.

As usual, after the anger in her had subsided, mummy scooped me into her arms, hugged me and sayang-ed me back. I was very close to tears when I muttered something softly to her "Next time when I have a baby and when my baby is naughty, I will not scold". Wallowing in self-pity, I then burst into tears! :'-(

Naughty!

Daddy and mummy noticed a sudden behavioral change in me lately. I have been rather restless (cannot sit still and always jumping around), noisy, boisterous and mischievous both at home and outside... totally different from my usual quiet and passive self.

Today, I came home from school and confessed something to mummy...

Me: Mummy, today I was naughty in school so Zhang Lao Shi scolded me and beat me (hit my palm twice with her hand).

Mummy: Huh? *shocked* What happened?

Me: I scribbled on the table with colour pencil.

Mummy: Why did you do that? You know that's wrong, right? 

Me: Yes.

Mummy: Then why did you do that??

Me: Err... I dunno, I'm just naughty lah!

Mummy: .............. then very good lah, teacher beat you!

This was probably the first corporal punishment I received in school. There might have been more but this was the first case that I reported to mummy.

See, naughty or not?

Just yesterday night, I did something that made mummy *shake head* and *roll eyes*....

I hooked a piece of partially eaten pretzel on the handle of my closet in my bedroom. It was left there the whole day and mummy only noticed it at night when she wanted to take my pyjamas from the closet

Daddy, Catch!

Being naughty and playful, I gave daddy a big scare recently. It was something done in jest and I had no idea my action would be deemed as an "offence". Here's what happened...

Daddy was resting on the sofa after a long and tired day at work. However, being a workaholic, he just had to check his work emails on his Blackberry. Realizing he had left it in the bedroom, he summoned me to get it for him.

After fetching his precious gadget, as I was walking towards him at a distance of about 3 metres away, I suddenly hollered "Daddy, catch!" Without any warning, I tossed the Blackberry and sent it flying right across the living room at him! Caught offguard, daddy did not manage to catch the phone but thank goodness, it landed on the soft cushion of the sofa. Phew! Still, I nearly gave him a heart-attack!

Scolding from daddy was unavoidable, of course. Is that how you thank me for doing you a favour, dad? I was given a stern warning to never repeat that again... at least not with something that would burn a big hole in daddy's pocket haha!

Reenacting the "Daddy, Catch!" scene but with an empty ice-cream container instead

Oops, I Flooded the Hall!

Remember this giant roly-poly bag that Gung-gung gave to me on CNY? I call it "My Panasonic". I have quite a strong affection towards My Panasonic and play with it almost every day.

The very tall "My Panasonic" and I...

I love to hug it, lie down on it, sit on it and bounce on it

This evening, a small accident happened when I bounced too vigorously on it. As a result, the stopper on the lower compartment (filled with water) got dislodged and water spewed all over the hall!

Mummy was busy with some work when she thought she heard some water-trickling sound. The moment she saw water flowing in all directions in the living room, she ran helter-skelter and tried to stop the flow but it was a little too late...

Oops... I flooded the hall! Doesn't look like a lot of water here, right? (some flowed to the corridor on the other side)

When collected into this basin, it was full - about 3 litres or perhaps more!

Sensing mummy's rage, I quickly apologized a few times to her. I breathed a sigh of relief when all she said was "See! Give me work to do!!"

Could still fool around and make monkey faces cos mummy didn't smack me nyek nyek nyek nyek!

Note: The flooded area was our iRobot Roomba's docking point. Luckily Roomba was out on duty and the charger was only slightly wet. Otherwise, hmmph.....!

Torn Uniform

Little Miss Itchy Fingers is finally back in action again! My last recorded mischief was dated way back in May 2010, when I did this. Since then, my itchy fingers have been "idle" for more than 9 months! Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all hehe. Well, here's what happened...

Last Friday, right after coming home from school, when mummy was about to undress me for my bath, she noticed something amiss on the right sleeve of my uniform.

There was a small hole in it and mummy was mad!

It was a V-shaped tear, and the involvement of a pair of scissors was pretty obvious

After a thorough session of interrogation from mummy, I admitted to the misdeed and denied that it was done by someone else. It was a try-cutting-this-and-that-with-scissors exploration gone wrong. So apa lagi, I got a good scolding from her!

I'm sorry, mummy... I won't do it again... *sobs*

My Mummy is Mean

I have a new bad habit. I like to jump on the sofa. I have never done this before, not even when I was younger. Recently, don't know why, I have been up to a lot of monkey businesses at home. Mummy's mouth is already "sore" from the repeated scoldings and warnings, and she is quite fed-up of reprimanding me. Just this morning, she "roared" at me, whacked me and gave me a stern warning after I was caught in the act again.

By evening, her monstrous roar must have faded into oblivion as I couldn't help "indulging" in that fun activity again while mummy was busy mopping the floor. This time, sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga. She was just a few steps away from me when she heard a loud thud. A really loud thud. When she turned around, she found me sprawled on the floor, face down. I must have fallen off the sofa, hit my face and knocked my head really hard on the floor.

I screamed my head off and writhed in pain. Mummy quickly rushed to me only to add salt to my wound. Instead of coming to my aid or to check if I was ok, she came to smack me real hard (on my arm) and yelled at me for disobeying her. Mummy was ENRAGED to see the result of her unheeded warnings. Instead of comforting me, she kept jeering "Very good!" and walked away. That's how cruel and merciless she is!

Luckily daddy, my HERO, came to my rescue almost immediately. As if that wasn't enough, just when I have stopped crying (after daddy sayang-ed me), mummy summoned me to the "naughty wall" for a few minutes of time-out. It was then that she finally inspected me from head to toe to look for signs of injury...

No bumps, no bruise... I'm A-okay!

My mummy is downright MEAN, right? Well, I better not jump on the sofa anymore! *scared*

Itchy Fingers... Again!

"My bolster is broken... mummy look, my bolster is broken..." I went on and on but mummy paid no attention to me at all. Much later, to her dismay, she discovered this...

It finally occurred to her what the "broken bolster" was all about :(

I kept poking and peeling the fiber casing until it became too thin and "bocor-ed"! I also pulled out a few clumps of cotton and scattered them around the house. Me, my mischief and my itchy fingers!

Sensing mummy's fury, I quickly "pacified" her with a loving serenade... a song that I've just learned in school, specially for mummy on Mother's Day.

Mummy darling, mummy darling

Mummy darling, I love you

You're my precious, you're my sweetheart

Mummy darling, I love you!

Awww... Mummy's heart must have melted like butter. Not only did she not scold me, she gave me a big bear hug and kissed me all over! Clever or not? Hehe!

Naughty, Naughty!

Guess who did this?

And this?


Well, I have not broken anything at home for quite some time and I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be mischievous. So I snapped the comb into pieces and disfigured mummy's lip balm. Boy! That felt really GOOD! *naughty grin*

Behaving like a monkey... sometimes I can't even sit properly while watching tv

Naughty or not, you say?

Itchy Fingers Back in Action

What's so special about these clothes pegs? I guess I'm not alone, as most kids like to play with them too.

Perhaps, some would do this too - dismantle it by pulling out the metal piece and then fixing it back...

But I also go a step further... breaking it into pieces!

These poor clips have become brittle after dutifully taking care of our clothes under the scorching sun for years! And I just had to prove that to mummy... look ma, your clips are no longer efficient!

(It's been quite a while since I last broke anything at home... my itchy fingers have taken a long rest and they are finally back in action again)

Lazy Bum

Among all my daily activities at home, I hate reading and writing the most. Everyday, mummy has to "force" me to read* my books (word recognition and simple sentences) and do my writing. Very often, her initial loving approach will turn into pushing... and then nagging... and then scolding... and then shouting... and sometimes light beatings too, if I remain stubborn and choose to ignore any of her commands.

This evening, I was so extremely lazy, I stubbornly refused to write my letter A. When daddy overheard our commotion, he came over and sternly gave me 3 choices: "You either write, or get beat-beat or stand and hold your ears!" Without thinking at all, I straightaway replied "I want to stand!"

See, I'd rather stand to avoid doing my writing!

Later that night, during bedtime, on the bed, mummy asked me...

Mummy: Why were you so naughty just now? Mummy asked you to write A, why didn't you do it?

Me: Becaaaaaauuuuuse I am so lazy.

Mummy: Why are you lazy?

Me: Because I am Mr Lazy (from the Mr Men series)

Mummy: Cheh! Why do you want to be Mr Lazy?

Me: Becaaaaaauuuuuse I like lazy soooooooo much!

Mummy: *faint*

*I do LOVE books but only when it is read the fun way, minus the academic approach i.e. drilling me to recognize or spell or repeat the same old words.

Treasures In The Piano

This is not the first time. Well, what else can it be if it isn't my itchy hands at work again? I just can't help it. It's as involuntary as.... say, breathing!

This time, I had inserted a few items "into" the piano. Actually this was discovered more than a month ago when mummy attempted to teach me to play the piano again. However, my very first "formal" lesson came to an immediate halt after just 5 minutes, when mummy realized that something sounded very wrong. A very clear and distracting hissing sound was heard every time the F#, G and G# keys were pressed.

After a long session of probing, scolding, warning, more questioning, punishing, more scolding and some crying, I finally revealed what I had put inside. The round centre piece of the number 9 foam mat:

To cut the long story short, mummy just left it as it was and dilly-dallied until today, when she finally made a call to the Yamaha Service Centre. The piano technician told mummy that once they make a house call, a fee of RM90 would be charged, even if it didn't require any repairs. The technician was also kind enough to ask mummy to save the RM90 by giving her a step by step instruction on how to dismantle the top cover on her own.

When daddy came home this evening... tada!

This is how the interior of a Clavinova looks like.

And here are some of the things that are NOT supposed to be inside:

The round centre piece of the number 9 foam mat and the Hello Kitty plastic that mummy has cut out from the outer wrapper of my Japanese rice crackers.

The culprit wasn't the little round foam after all. It was that Hello Kitty plastic piece that was lodged directly behind those few affected keys!

And this comb... it has been missing for the longest time!

The 3 culprits...

Time-out Week

I have been unusually naughty throughout the whole of this week. I was sent to the time-out corner so frequently that the spot where I stood had no chance to cool down (warmed by my feet)!

I guess what prompted me to say "I don't want to be naughty anymore (the post below this)" was because I was simply tired of... standing. Mummy sighs, I sigh too...

The time-out supermodel...

Mummy, why do you scold me EVERYDAY??

Vandalism Part 2

I've been labelled as The Little Menace, Little Miss Itchy Fingers, The Domestic Nuisance, The Destroyer and the list goes on...

and the mischief goes on too...

Today, for the second time, I scribbled on the wall again. The first time I did this, it was 7 months ago so I must have forgotten that it's a punishable offence in our house.

Mummy made me "scrub" the wall again, followed by another session of time-out. Will I do it again? Hmm....

Out Of Control Part 2

This afternoon, I pleaded with mummy to let me play with the remote-control car again. Although the antenna is broken, it's still functioning. However, mummy decided to hide the truth and didn't want to let me play with it. The lesson was not over yet...

Me: I want to play with the remote-control car.

Mummy: It's spoilt. You broke it, remember?

Me: Can you fix it for me?

Mummy: I don't know how to fix it. I'm not Handy Manny, you know?

Me: *Smile* Use the cellophane tape la...

Mummy: Hahaha... no dear, you can't fix it with cellophane tape.

Me: Why cannot?

Mummy: Cannot means cannot (dunno how to explain why)

Me: What about glue?

Mummy: Hahaha... glue also cannot!

Me: Eehh (protesting noise) Glue can...

Mummy: No. Cannot. It's broken. Cannot be repaired. Do you still want to break any more things?

Me: No.

Mummy: *Hands me another toy* Nah... go and break it... go.

Me: Eehh (protesting noise) Don't want...

I think I've learnt my lesson. The problem now is to bury the lesson deep inside my head and stop being a repeat offender, which is the hardest thing to do...

Out of Control

I like to play with this remote-control car although I don't quite know how to "manoeuvre" it yet. Just by simply pressing the buttons and seeing the car move in all directions is enough to make me happy.

Not only am I not able to control the direction of the car, I can't control my itchy fingers from snapping the antenna of the controller too...

Daddy gave me a long lecture soon after that. Here's a summarised version of our little "talk".

Daddy: Who broke this?

Me: Me

Daddy: Is it a right thing to do?

Me: Yes

Daddy: Yes??

Me: No

Daddy: Did you do anything wrong?

Me: Yes

Daddy: Give me your hand. Which hand broke it?

Me: *Sensing trouble, I kept my hands to myself and just said NO to the rest of the questions* No

Daddy: Is it this hand?

Me: No

Daddy: Give me your hand. Have to "beat-beat".

Me: No

Daddy: What no? Do you want "beat-beat" or do you want to stand and hold your ears?

Me: I want to stand.

Daddy: OK, stand and hold your ears...

Time-out: Little Miss Itchy Fingers serving her punishment

Stuck Again

By looking at this stool, what kind of hazard do you think it could possibly pose?



When mummy saw me playing with it, only 2 things came to her mind:
1. If I dropped it on my toes, they could be badly hurt
2. If I climbed on it and rocked it, I could fall and hurt myself badly

I did neither of the above. Instead, I chose to literally "head for" the gap between two of its legs like this...



... and got my big head lodged inside. I kept yelling "Stuck! Stuck!" but mummy wasn't listening and she wasn't even aware of what's going on until I started crying...



Mummy may seem evil and cruel for posting this video but after so many similar incidents, she's already "immuned" to all my mischiefs. When I was younger, she would have run to me or run into panic mode. Now, she just laughs it off... Oh yes, and while laughing, she grabs the camera as well *mummy flashes her evil grin* Sometimes she even chants "very good! very good!" much to my dismay.

Mummy helped to release my head by pushing it downwards because the gap widens at the base.


Phew! I swear I will never do that again!

The Return of the Little Menace

Based on my all-time high mischief rate recently, it's very obvious that mummy has been slacking in her job. She has been spending too little time with me.

Today, I conteng (scribbled) on my book for the very first time. I've never done this on any other books except my colouring books.

And guess what did I use to create this "masterpiece"? It wasn't a marker pen, or a colour pencil or a crayon....

... it was mummy's eyebrow pencil! No wonder the colour was so rich and it glided on so nicely!

Nearly Gone in 12 Days

What's on mummy's mind:
How do you deal with an overly destructive kid? Is it so sad that cheap toys don't deserve a place in our home?

What's on my mind:
I know you are angry, mummy... but please don't scold me yet. I was only testing out its malleability.




Yes, plastic can be very malleable. There, I can also bend it back to its original shape. See, I told you, it's not broken so don't get angry, ok?

Stuck

This afternoon, I brought this little puzzle to mummy and told her "Mummy, you do this puzzle". Since this was one of mummy's favourite puzzles, she was happy to solve it for me.


Notice the "G" that is used to fill the empty slot

While she was engrossed with it, she heard me mumbling "stuck, stuck" but she didn't turn to look at me. What to do? I complained louder lah... "STUCK, mummy STUCK!" and started to cry, drooling profusely at the same time...

Finally, mummy turned to look at me and she was horrified (but quite amused) to see that "G" thing lodged between my teeth like this:

First, she gave me a piece of her mind for putting things into my mouth. I haven't done this for a long time. Dunno what had prompted me to do it this time.

Then we were both thankful that it was only on my teeth, not in my throat or tummy!

There's just no end to my mischiefs at home *mummy shakes head* Just look at my chipped tooth - that will prove how naughty I am. Also, blame it on mummy, for her repeated parental negligence. Heh heh heh!