Kolby Mondays

Kolby has been visiting these days on Mondays. "Uncle van", mom's colleague who drives her home in his van, will pick him up on the way home. And mom would make soup, which the small boy would slurp bowl after bowl.  There's nothing that makes mom more happy than feeding him home-cooked food. The small boy simply has too much French fries and fast food in his little tummy.

When I return home, Kolby would usually act coy. Sometimes he is a little more welcoming and would shout "gugu" at the top of his voice. At first I used to tease him,"you again!" And he would try to push me away and get into a verbal  sparring of "you agains" while giggling uncontrollably.

And it always ends with watching cartoon. The first time he came, the little tyrant insisted on watching programme "for children". When nothing on tv fit the bill,  I resorted to my stash of dvds and we ended up with "Up". It has since been an after-dinner ritual. Today it's my third time watching "Up". He says it's his favourite show. But actually I love it too!

The first time I watched it I was seated on the floor, my back against the couch n my legs bent, creating a valley between my torso and thighs . Kolby took the opportunity to jump onto me and made me his human armchair. His small body leaned against mine and his head rested back comfortably as he watched his favourite cartoon.

And often the routine of soup-shower-cartoon would end on the perfect note - with ice cream. We would eat ice cream till his daddy came to pick him up.  This seems like a perfect treat for him, fed good wholesome food and pampered by grandma and aunt. But it's also a perfect treat to us to start the week with the joy the cheeky small boy brings.