S Education

From one of her friends (or so Huda claims), she has learnt this vile Malay word for vagina - p/e/p/e/k. It sounds so vulgar that I can't even say it out loud. When she first picked up this word, she would just say it out of the blue. She would be playing with utensils in the kitchen, humming to herself and suddenly she'd say it. Initially, I tried to distract her hoping that she would forget the word soon enough. Then the word appears more and more frequently and I simply told her not to say it again and that it means vagina. Now, vagina is a word I use because it sounds a lot less crass.

(Sidetrack some more: Sex education begins with the correct naming of body parts. So, we tell her (in English - because I can't do this in Malay with all the crass-sounding words for the male and female privates) that boys have penis and girls have vagina. And of course, we also told her that no one should see or touch hers and neither should she go round looking and touching other people's.)

So, one day, she was sitting down, and talking to herself and suddenly she said p*p*k. See? I can't even write the word down the second time because it does sound very crass, doesn't it? Sigh. I had to tell her off. I said in my no-nonsense tone which is essentially nagging: 'Why did you say that word? Didn't I tell you what that word means? What does it mean? Right. It means vagina. Why must you say vagina? Do you see vaginas flying around?"

And at this point, I simply could not keep a straight face anymore. But I can't laugh while scolding, can I?

So I stopped and hid behind a laptop and laughed.

How do other parents do this?

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Normally, my blog posts are for everyone but because of some words used here, I'm afraid that unsavoury characters might do a google for such words and find those words here and somehow associate my blog and pictures in my blog with such vile stuff. I know I'm being overly cautious bordering on paranoia but the world is a scary place and I'm not taking any chances. By the way, this was supposed to appear in a super-long (read: rambling) blog entry that I'm still in the middle of but because of my strict censorship rules, this short prose found itself here, all by its lonely self.

Hawt

1. The weather is unbearably hot. The birds living in the tree just outside my window are complaining non-stop.

2. A few blog entries ago, I was extremely gung-ho about what I want to do now that I'm not working (til 2011, that is). But of course, me being me, all those are just talk only. I have yet to go for my second driving lesson. :p

3. But, I have a very good reason for not going for that lesson. Farah was hospitalised. Again. This time round, it was for bronchialitis. She was breathing rapidly at night and was whiny and barely slept and and it didn't improve the next day so I took her to the doctor who sent us to the hospital. And there we were. One night at Hotel KK.

The annoying thing about this stay is, her insurance was approved (which means we won't have to pay for the stay) BUT, there were no single-bedded rooms that day. Other than that, she was okay. Her breathing stabilised after a few rounds of the adrenaline thing. She had a box-like thing over her head and the gas was pumped in through a tube from an opening on top of the box.

4. And that's our trusty laptop that kept me company.

 

5. I suppose Farah falls ill a lot more frequently than Huda did because:

i. Farah has a lovely older sister who insists on lying down beside her even when she (the older sister) is sick.

ii. She's secretly envious of her sister's long hospital stay so she wants to feel the joy of being hospitalised (and having all the attention to herself).

 

But as long as the reason for the hospital stay is minor and not life-threatening and can be fixed during the hospital stay itself, I don't mind her being hospitalised.

 

 

6. Back to my gung-ho plans. Hur hur hur. (That's me laughing at myself.) I think I've fallen into a very comfortable (lazy) routine. The one thing which I can say I'm doing is *drumrolls* cooking. I am cooking at least 4 meals a week. And nowadays, the dishes I come up with is actually mildly edible!! It's a miracle! I try to cook from scratch, which means - I try not resort to the instant packs of just-add-water curry or asam pedas or ayam masak merah etc. I will use those things when I start working again and have no time to pound the chillies and onions. But, for now, I will try to do everything from scratch (but it doesn't mean I'm going to plant my own wheat to get flour). Anyway, with me cooking, TheHusband finally has a chance to lose weight. Hohohohoooo!! So, expect to see a scrawny, emaciated TheHusband in months to come.

 

 

 

7. Huda and Farah - They like to wrestle. *rolls eyes*

 

7.1 In the morning, they wake each other up.

 

 

7.2 One smile before the wrestling begins

 

 

7.3 That's a typical wrestling session. Normally, no one is injured and I pray it remains that way. But that look of terror on Farah's face in the third picture...Sigh... I should stop these wrestling matches.

8. I have pictures of Huda and Farah and other kids (mostly their cousins) but I have to put that up later cos Farah has just woken upp from her 30-minute morning nap. But before I go, I just have to share this picture of Hazim. He's a handsome boy!

Cute, huh?