I'm trying on the set of t shirt and shorts I asked Mr Liow to get for me with his credits at Emart.
The moment my baby boy saw me in the attire, he pouted and asked pitifully: "Mummy are you going to office?" (That's what daddy wears on days when he comes home after work so ER thinks I'm going to work too).
I asked if I may go and he said no. He said: "it's late and dark now. Police see mummy, police bang and ambulance come bring mummy to hospital. Mummy die. Mummy, cannot go to office please..."
What an excuse to deter me from going to office. So cute that I might really not go to work when he warns me like that.
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