And then, I got some chicks too - FINALLY! Young one, old one, also can. I am that desperate.
I got to scratch the itchy throat, deoxidize the rusty voice, whatevachumightcallit. Then again, in Singers, I don't usually really get to sing (pardon the intended pun).
And most of all, I got to devour most of what I had wanted to. The mee pok ta. The zhay bee hoon. The pai kut hei mee. The mee siam. Mom's soup and steamed egg.
But the best moment was when my little "I am Popeye the Sailorman, I give you eat my spinach!" boy's eyes lit up the moment he saw the fried chicken stall at the airport.
His favorite-hero-of-the-moment probably became as real as it ever could for him. Though I didn't think he was any one bit disappointed there was no spinach at all on the menu.
After our happy meal (after which the little bugger actually made me watch him pass crap and clean his lil' lily ass), we kissed each other goodbye, I walked past the gate and he turned away in excitement to look for his new toy trains left behind in the car.
The little bugger.
*****
"If I buy a condo for the two of us, would you come back home?"
That is probably how much we need each other.
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