Becks: Mama, you know, I love you but you don’t love me.

Me: Huh? I love you.

Becks: You don’t love me. Cos’ you scold and cane me.

Me: -_-

That’s called discipline, my love.

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Naughty Nat smacks Gentle Ben. Gentle Ben cries.

Naughty Nat smacks Feisty Becks. Becks smacks him back.

Nat: (sobbing) TELL…MAMA!

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2 am, the whole world concussed

Nat: (whining) …Mama… Mama… I WANT… Mama… MILK!

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While having breakfast

Ben: I need a fork for this.

Becks: Sure, I’ll take it for you.

Ben: I don’t want a metal one.

Me: Just use it la!

Ben: If you say so.

Becks: Well, I think I need one fork too.

Me: Wassup with this formality?

For the record, besides using ‘Well’ to begin her sentences, Becks has started calling me ‘Mother’.

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Becks: Hey kor kor, look. It’s painful here. (points to a superficial wound)

Ben: Deal with it.

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Becks: I can’t find my penguin bolster.

Me: Let’s look for it.

Becks: Hey, Mama. It’s under the sofa.

Me: No, I don’t see it.

Becks: There, it’s there.

Me: Oh yes, I see it.

Becks: Mama, why you didn’t see it at first? Where is your brain?

Me: -_-

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