I went a bit crazy with the blue butterfly pea flower serving a small array of blue hued food and drink. The pièce de résistance of the night was the awesome blanket fort complete with fairy lights for all the kids to snuggle under while they watched a movie.
"I almost cried, mummy... but I remembered my breathing exercises using my belly".
"Today at recess I was sad because 'M' did not let me play with her and 'A'. But you know what? I can find other new friends to play with!"
"Thank you for helping me learn this, mummy." (this last one came out right after I was impatiently explaining a piano concept through gritted teeth)
In contrast to her brother, Grace has a rather practical bent to her outlook. The other day while I was tucking her into bed, she popped this question out of the blue...
"Mummy, what does a dying person look like?"
"No. I mean what do they LOOK like? Like, when a person is dying, they don't just go 'urk, I'm dead' and die. I want to see how it happens! Okay, who is the oldest person we know. Tai ma? Next time when she is dying can we go see her so I can see what she looks like when it happens?"