it’s the weekend. the mmmim wanted to entertain some colleagues, who have been touring Malaysia. and the mmmim offered them a choice…
1. a two-hour drive one way and an evening full of sights
2. a one-hour drive one way and a two-hour forest trek .
(“let’s all go. let firstborn miss his paatu class, for one day, ” he tells me.)
I am three words into my lecture. quoting from the handbook of parenting section 24 (b) appendix (iv) , which is actually a sermon on the non-cutting of paatu class.
I can be polite and well-mannered for more than 13 minutes and 8 seconds, because these are Guests From His Office. So hey. it’s not about me.
It’s really about firstborn’s paatu class.
It’s not about the mmmim who likes to go on an athithi-devo-bhava-overdrive. and is determined to show most guests ‘KL in 8 hours’. And bloody WANTS me to tag along.
He is unfazed at the prospect of unrelenting car nausea (baby param) and and 235.45 repetitions of “are-we-home-yet” (firstborn).
Just then providence leans across…
and the guests call the mmmim to say, “hey. it’s ok. we’d rather chill in our hotel this evening.”