Bb got back!

I recently noticed that Mummy likes talking to Bb a lot. Theres always a story to tell or an issue to discuss. Then again, she generally talks a lot so its not that different anyway.

I think she has grown fond of Bb. And Bb's not afraid of speaking to her anymore. Which makes the house very noisy every time Bb drops by.

I like that my mom approves of the relationship. Ayah too ofcos. A man of a few words, he doesn't talk to Bb much. Nor to anyone for that matter. Thank God.

So if Mummy and Bb chats, Ayah and me would be watching tv. And i would be telling them to shut it cos its incredible 2 mouths can make a 5.1 home theatre sound like a transistor radio.

But the latest developments has caused me to worry about my position in the household. You see, Bb received good news when she got through an interview (the nature of wic i will touch on later) so i called up Mummy(we were in the train on the way home) to tell her that her prayers must have been answered. She didnt say much but wanted to speak to Bb.

Ok, maybe she had something to tell Bb. They talked for about 7mins and when Bb hung up, she grinned. The most evil grin i've ever laid my eyes on.


Me: So what'd she say? [curious]
Bb: [grinning] i don't think i should tell you.
Me: Wha..? Watchu mean u SHOULDN'T tell me?[worried]
Bb: I don't want to upset you. [still grinning]
Me: And why would i be? [very, very concerned by now]
Bb: Cos your mom likes me. [putting her hand on my shoulder]
Me: And i would be upset about that because...? [wats with the "comfort hand"?]
Bb: What i meant to say is, i think she likes me. A lot. No, i think she prefers she had me as her daughter now. I think she is wondering what she did for her to deserve YOU. [not mincing any of her words cos, sob, I asked for it. "comfort hand" already massaging my shoulder by now]
Me: Mm..Mm..Mm.. [lips moving but silent]
Bb: There, there...its ok. Not ALL moms love their children.
Me: ????????

Mummy Thief!

Knowing that she's gonna squeeze the situation for all its worth, i started tickling Bb. (Mature? No. Effective? Definitely.) How dare she tak-tau-malu go and declare that my mom preferred her!

She laffed but i dont think her opinion changed though.

Me: Cannot la liddat. I have to bring you home less.
Bb: Why?
Me: If bring u home less, i wont be homeless.
Bb: [laffing] y so worried, jealous ah?
Me: Ofcos! U think wat, i hang around my mom for 24 years for fun isit? Then sum "gerl" come and anyhow take over. MY gerl sumore! How cunning! U want u better fight for it. [flick my fingers on my nose. Not sure wat for but bruce lee does dat. ]
Bb: Fight? come ah, take off shirt, lai ah..
Me: Can oso!
Bb: u sure YOU want to take off YOUR shirt?
Me: Of cour...[paused] [look at tummy]

Fuck.

Not only did she steal my mom, she got my ego as well.

I love that girl.