Fighter (drinking from his water bottle filled with diluted Ribena): “Jude drink wine.”

Penny is sitting in her walker and apparently Fighter wants to sit in it instead.

Fighter: Mommy. Mommy. Carry baby.

I pick Penny up from her walker and put her on my lap.

Fighter climbs in himself.

Fighter: “Baby sit mommy lap.”

When Fighter is sleepy, he loses his balance HAHAHA.

Fighter is walking around the house when he stumbles.

Fighter: “Jude fall down. Jude sleepy.”

Fighter had a late night, finally falling asleep around 11 pm with Fatty.  The next morning, nanny talks to him.

Nanny: “Fighter, what time did you sleep last night?”

Fighter: “Eight thirty.”

Me: “What time did you wake up then?”

Fighter: “Eight thirty.”

When he wants us to unlock the iPad for him.

Fighter: “Mommy! Eight nine ten!”

My password is not 8-9-10 wtf.

Me: “Fighter, mommy is going to the market.  Do you want to go to the market?”

Fighter: “Mmhm.”

Me: “What do you want to buy at the market?”

Fighter: “A B C D food.”

Fighter was trying to poop and he doesn’t like an audience when he’s doing the deed.

Fighter (holding daddy’s hand and flinging it away): “Daddy. Walk.”

I showed him our wedding photos on the computer.

Fighter: “Ooh wow. Pretty. Mommy pretty.”

Me: “Mommy pretty? Thanks Fighter.”

Fighter: “Daddy pretty.”

On seeing this big bear… or anything fantastic in his opinion.

Fighter: “Amma goat!”

After some moments of confusion, we realized he was saying “Oh my god” hahahahaahha.

On our last trip back to Penang, Fighter was being a huge brat in the car, whining and crying about everything.

We put on the Frozen DVD for him and he even whined at that and kept telling me to turn it off. Finally I could bear it no longer.

Me: “Fighter stop crying! Mommy is watching even if you’re not! If you don’t want to watch, look out of the window or close your eyes.”

We had five minutes of blissful silence before I peeked at him.

He had his hands over his eyes.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Driver told us he peeked on Fighter in the rear view mirror too and saw him steadfastly looking out of the window.  Then when he wanted to look in front (where the TV was) he closed his eyes. HAHAHAHAHA.

As I mentioned, Fighter was being an absolute brat in the car.

Me (to Fatty): “I can’t take it anymore. I’m this close to smacking him.”

Later on, Penny was squalling in the car.

Fighter (mumbling): “Smack baby.”