Toy Fix

Time always seems too short when hubby's around during weekends or holidays. I am the one, not him, who grumbles when another working day kicks in. While it's true that I should be thankful he only has to work till 6, I still miss having him around (and of course, so that his son can hover around him instead..hehe..).

Saturday was spent queuing for his new toy. When I say he, I meant my hubby, not my son. Yes, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he waited in line to get his hands on it, while I tried to amuse my little prince on kiddy rides that used to cost only 20 cents, but now costs 5 times more.Under normal circumstances, hubby hates waiting, be it in a queue, or simply waiting for the traffic to turn green... smoke would come out of his ears, his face would turn red and nostrils flare..or maybe that was just some cartoon I watched the other day....but that day, as I ran after my 14 month on the second floor of the shopping mall, my hubby was still cool as a cucumber sipping Shirley Temple under a coconut tree.

He had his fix on this new toy....

He had his eyes and hands on his new toy that day...and many days after that. This is his third handphone for the year... and for the next three years, ok dear?

Call me a green monster, but I'd love to have this....

Anyone out there listening? Anyone generous? : )