a few rustled moments later, he started rattling away. he's no oxford or cambridge, so occasionally he'd get stumped for words, and i can always picture him rolling his eyes upwards, breathing heavily, thinking hard for the right words at this point. like he usually does.
NBB: mummy take the video of me dancing on the stage and...
(this was about his nursery's concert)
NBB: and martini put the brown on the table and she....
(firstly, i have no idea what the hell this story was about. secondly, yes someone named their daughter "martini". was martini-the-drink the cause of martini-the-daughter? or the other way round?)
NBB: papa's car so big. and the tyre so big lidat lidat LIDATTT.
(i couldn't stop laughing here)
NBB: uncle sharman laughing.
(i laughed even more)
NBB: uncle sharman laughing some moreee.
(at the background i could hear ITT grumbling)
NBB: nooooo. but i want to talkkkk.
(he tends to stretch his words sometimes. very distinct, hard to explain)
NBB: grandma play the kumputen (computer=laptop). she play beejwleeeed, play fish, play farmmmm.
me: grandma never let you play?
NBB: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. grandma play all dayyyyyy!
quite abruptly he ended our conversation and passed the phone to his brother. willingly. i don't think opening a facebook account for someone who is barely 4years old is a good idea.
then what will I post about?!