A card for his daddy

When daddy told P to pickup cycling for his Bday in 2 months time, W overheard the conversation but said nothing.

Sometimes, we didn't think it would make any impact or rather, we often undermine the thoughts of young children.

They are humans too... Why wouldn't they have thought of their own? Haven't come across my mind until that day...

That afternoon, W came up to me to ask for a piece of paper. "Mama, I want to draw. Can I have a paper, please?"

I passed a piece of A4 printer paper from the printer tray.

Few minutes later, W brought along an electronic erasable board to my side and asked, "Mama, how do you write 'Happy Birthday, Papa. I love you.'?"

I stunted... A boy who didn't know which month we are in, which day of the week it is... He's preparing a Bday card for his dad who casually remarked abt his Bday wish for them to learn cycling in 2 months time...

There, I checked on him occasionally from time to time as he was engrossed and focus in this specialty Bday card.

I probed, "Why don't you move to the living room to work on your card? Isn't it hot to sit at the balcony all alone at this hot afternoon?"

W responded, "Because I want to be quiet and don't write wrongly."

End of the day, he handed the card to daddy. I was so touched even the card wasn't for me. I had my share on Mother's Day.

The girls were also planning their gifts in their own way... 

Thank you, children. 🥰