The Day We Went Shopping For Guns

The Day We Went Shopping For Guns.

Legos ones that is. 

The array of small, minuscule, tiny weapons laid out for his choosing was probably what a display of Japan-imported snacks and confectioneries was to me. 

He poured over the vast display laid out in the boxes as I stood there waiting impatiently for him to make up his mind. 

My tired legs ached. 

“Are you done yet?” 

The tables were now turned as it was my whiny voice that urged him to choose faster instead. I repeated my question three more times for good measure. Mostly to irritate him and pay him back for all the times he did that to me. 😂

He paid me no heed as he concentrated on the little pistols, ak47s and accessories. His little Lego men needed them. They needed arsenals, helmets, masks, bulletproof vests and goggles. 

And I desperately needed a seat and a nice cold drink. 

We left the shop an hour later with (according to the boy,) a P90 sub-machine gun, a G36C sub-machine gun and a Scar assault rifle. 

I have no idea what those are or where he gets those information from. But I do know that I left the shop a little poorer, and with renewed light for my boy. 

And that was the day we went shopping for guns.

Afternoon Randomness

I was looking all professional, typing furiously away on the keyboard like I was some certified typist with several National Typing Academy degrees under my belt. 

Click-clack-clack.. click-clack.

In truth, I was typing as fast as I could and making a string of spelling errors, and then having to furiously depress the backspace bar to re-type the words again. So there I was, in a constant state of typing and deleting and typing again. 

The arctic temperature in the lands of the Eighth frozen tundra didn’t make it any easier. My fingers all stiff and numb and frozen, were akin to icicles extending from my palms. It was a great opportunity to blame my lousy typing skills on the office ac. 

Just then, my phone rang and I dove to pick it up before it’s fifth ring. 

Oh hang on - That was my own handphone, and not the office line. 

I answered the call and a little voice on the other end greeted me. 

“Hello Mom! It’s me! Wanna hear a joke?”

Puzzled stunned for a moment, I answered her. 

“Oh hi sweetie. Sure!” (I guess..)

“Okay. Why was the pelican chased out from the restaurant?” 

Without pausing for my reply, she carried on, 

“BECAUSE it had A HUGE BILL! Geddit??”

And then she went laughing hysterically all by herself on the other side of the phone. 

Well. So much for 冷笑话 and afternoon randomness. 

Frozen tundra and all, her random call this afternoon brought a much needed ray of sunshine and warmth to my soul. ❤