The Dinner

So at dinner today, several funny things happened with my little brother.

While I was just about to start eating my rice dinner with Chinese vegetables, my little brother wanted to open the new can of rice seasoning (rice to a little kid is boring). Taking the small, glass bottle, he first opened up the plastic cap. But then there is a plastic seal holding back the stuff. He tried to use his hand and just pull the darn thing apart but to no avail. Then he thought about poking holes into the seal but stopped halfway in the middle.

His somewhat OCD-ness kicked in. Why? Because after poking one or two holes, he found out that the holes are messy and not it'll be hard to get off the whole thing. So he settled for using his teeth to pull back the seal. Success, without a mess.

The rest of the family was just watching as this was going on.

After a few minutes of eating, by little brother filed a complaint against the new placemat we got for our new hardwood table in our new house. The placemat is of vinyl material and is white with pink orchids on top. So while eating, Brighten suddenly said. "I don't like this placemat, there's dead flowers on it..." Awkard silence insued.

I think this next event happened before the placemat thing, but nevertheless. I washed my little brother's hand before dinner and sat him on the chair. A little bit latter, he complained that his pants are wet.

Brighten: "My pants are wet!"
Mom: "Are you sure?"
Brighten: "Yes!"
Mom: "Did you poo in your pants?"
Brighten: "No."
Mom: "Then why is it wet?"
Brighten: "I don't know."
Mom "Are you sure it is wet?"
Brighten "FEEL IT!" (said with a passion while sticking his butt out).

Turned out, it was wet from me putting him on some wet cloth while washing his hands.

-runiteking1

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