These kids do play well together on good days. These days the house is nicely split into two camps: the Domesticated Camp and the Grunting zoom-vroom-bsssh-cheebaaaboooom! Camp, helmed by Becks and Ben respectively.
The Domesticated Camp, where the sorting and folding never ends
The Grunting Boys Camp, where the world is what you imagine to be and the noise you make never ends
Of course, Nat has pledged allegiance to both sides, and is a much sought-after member of each camp. I’m just glad that one is teaching my 23-month-old how to fold towels and the other is teaching him how to squawk like a boy with Lego and Transformers.
I’m really not complaining.
These good days must be cherished and I’ve since started my own: the Tired People Camp. I told the kids that they are welcome to join me any time.
The Tired People Camp, where the Zzzzz never ends
Can’t wait to receive new members!
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Wah three camps!But at least not bad lah, you have a domesticated camp.
Haha yes, Beverly… comes with having a girl, I guess. But her domestic chores involve messing them up first before packing!
Hahaha I was wondering what the third camp was! I think FatherKao and your helper would be your first members…
Yes! But Fatherkao actually advises the Grunting Boys Camp, so I’m not sure where his allegiance lies… Haha