I was happily contented in my sublime world of Supreme Commander earlier this morning (which, I suspect, was a false sense of security because I was only halfway in the second campaign mission of the UEF), but my world was soon tossed into violent turmoil at the end of the day. You will see why later.
I had originally planned to go SBH (an acronym my friends have coined for Singapore Badminton Hall, by which we actually mean the Health Spa on the second floor) with Jason, but he backed out of it as he had to pack for his return to Shanghai tomorrow. It was thus destined that my wife and I made a trip to Pasir Ris for dinner with my parents and family.
My 2 nephews and baby niece were up and running around the place when we arrived, and as usual, my wife “attacked” them with much gusto. She talked to Celine, played with her, read story books to her, then joined the boys at the table while they were doing their homework. She taught the younger boy on differentiating groups of shapes and images (from what little I saw), then played a brief game of tossing a blown-up airplane with the kids.
All the while I was reading the papers, surfing the web, video-chatting with my eldest sister who is in Hong Kong. The first harrowing moment came when my sister, after seeing from the webcam how much my wife was playing with the kids, asked me if I was planning for kids. She said my father told her that he is willing to look after my kid if I have one. Hmm… Instinctively, I pulled out my no-time-no-money-no-plans explanation and wiggled myself out of the discussion.
Then I went to watch i-Robot which was showing on TV. I sat on the sofa half-watching the movie, and half-eyeing my wife with the kids. At some point she came over to sit in this low chair in front of me, and Celine joined her, almost sitting on my wife’s lap. The scenes in i-Robot seemed a bit too violent for little girls. Hmm…
When the show ended, it was time to go home. We bade farewell and made our way to the bus stop. Then my little comfortable world was rocked once more. My wife asked me, “Shall we have our own kid? It feels so good when they lean their little bodies against you…”. Something like that. I muttered something like, “I don’t want”. Then I added “I thought you didn’t want kids?”, and we continued the conversation for a brief moment, and I think I must have frowned or sulked, which sort of ended the conversation.
I suspect the subject will be visited again in the future, but I’ll leave it for now. So for anyone who could potentially be in the same situation, keep babies and young kids clear of your wives, least the unfathomable maternal instincts are triggered.
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