Tee’s chilli padi mouth

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The Hubs was furiously looking for a file this morning which housed Tee’s work from school. I asked him to ask the maid (which we borrowed from my Mom for the weekend) as she would know since she would have been the one to move it. He didn’t want to because explaining that to the blur maid would be like asking a dog to choose between eating an apple or a pear. The Hubs doesn’t like approaching potentially complicated dramas so he chose to be stubborn about asking the maid.

I suggested that it would be down on the floor with Tee’s other artwork but he chose to not look there because why in the world would it be there when it has been on the table, and has always been on the table?! So all of us three (Tee included, of course, being the busybody that she is) went in search for Tee’s school folder and I gave up pretty soon insisting that it would be on the floor with that pile of Tee’s artwork.

Finally, the old grumpy man gave in and looked below and lo and behold, what did I say? He’d found it. By then, I’d already walked away from the study to go to the washroom but I could hear in the background, Tee scolding her Dad,

“SEE??!!!! Mommy kept telling you it was down there!!! You never listen!!”

I was just imagining the Hubs smacking her pert little bottom right then. Hahaha….