Siri Bercakap Dengan Miki – Over Spicy Tomato Beef & Sayur Campur

I was teruja looking at CPM’s campak-campak cooking today that I immediately start to campak-campak a couple of dishes for dinner myself. As Miki was asleep when I arrived to fetch him from the babysitter’s, I decided not to wake him up but go home and cook instead.I had approximately half an hour. Thawing alone took 5. Cooking could never be done if Miki is around, at least not without risking the explosion of my TV in the living room resulted by Miki’s innovative application of his badminton racket. His PLASTIC badminton racket.

Anyway, I made:-

Spicy Tomato Beef

And this stir fried cauliflower, green beans, broccoli and carrots. Kindly disregard the uneven sizes and cuts of my vege. I sliced while flirting with my second husband, Abang Twitter. Like always, my vege are tad overcooked for most people, even myself but I need to compromise with Miki’s digestive system and tiny milk teeth.

While I was serving dinner, Miki played with his Daddy that has just gotten home from work. He asked him to sit on his IKEA toy trolley and said,

“Jom! Jom! Pergi Giant!”

Tahulah Giant depan rumah tapi perlukah ko tolak bapak ko dalam trolley untuk pergi ke sana? Tapak kaki dia pun ala-ala tak muat masuk dalam mainan ko tu!

While we were eating, Opah from Kedah called wanting to talk to Miki. When asked what he was doing, Miki answered

“ Miki makan makan makan lollipop nasik! Miki buang nasik, Daddy marah!”

The rice flavored lollipop is Miki’s wishful thinking. The part that he threw away food and got scolded was accurate reporting.

After dinner I heard squeaking sound from the back. Apparently a tiny little critter had gotten into the trap so I called the guys to check it out. Miki was totally amazed. He took a look at it and burst out laughing with amusement. As the critter was squeaking louder and louder, Miki said “Ha ha ha! Ada mouse! Dia nyanyi!”

Hey that’s not singing! Ok, I swore I would not sing in front of my boy anymore.

Right now Miki is playing tearing-down-the-house with his tiny mouth continue to speak non-stop. I think he just called me Mummy Pokkades. I do smack his bum right now.