Berton @ 2y3m

There must be something about being 2 years old that parents don't understand.

My 2yo would insist to hold a spoon, a mickey mouse, a toy horse and a toy car, with his right hand left hand right leg left leg, to sleep together. He would sometimes knock his head on my lips, and laugh in the most irresistable bablish way. He had fun, the poor mommy had a broken lip. He would also insist to wear the Hawaian-print shorts to a 5-star hotel, and a bathing towel over his head to birthday party. It's as if he has a PHD in Stubborness.

My little baby has attended play school for 2 terms. He expresses an unusual and distinctive love for guitar, just like how his brother loves construction. It's their signature favourites. The whole family speaks english with a singlish touch, he speaks with american accent, you should listen to him when he says "Look everyone! Mommy carry me now." and "No, not 1. Maybe there's 2 cats?" and "Gege, don't whine, must share."

I used to worry that everyone is not giving attention to Berton. Now Berton has taken over the throne, grandparents bring Berton to restaurants every Monday, feed him the same forbidden junk foods which Bevan enjoyed (Bevan is now trained to say no to the basic junk food like nuts chocolate, occationally). He is the little baby.

I hope he would look a bit more like me slowly. Hey I gave birth to him, but he is the exact replica of his daddy.