Wednesday, October 3, 2007

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, heading for the door
Five, six, anxious to wait
Seven, eight, wait and wait
Nine, ten, wait until rant...
hehehe...a modified nursery rhyme by me...
See... she was standing in my sandals,
waiting for me to bring her go out.
After repeated rejection by me,
she started to cry, showing her displeasures.
I am so used to it.
For a while, she will resume back to normal mood...
Now I know why young children tend to forget easily.