The makings of a crook

At the supermarket today, Tee asked me if she could buy Nutella for bread. Since we hadn’t used it for awhile, I said OK. We have been trying to stay away from Nutella and Goober Grape as Tee LOVES them for their sweetness and not only that, they’re freaking expensive!

Down the jam aisle I trotted with her in search for Nutella, grabbed a medium sized jar and dumped it into the trolley. Just then, the Hubs appeared and asked me in Malay, “Kenapa you beli itu?” (why are you uying that?)

I whispered, “Nevermind la….we haven’t bought it in awhile. And she asked me if she could have it and I said yes.”

Then he replied in Malay again, “Dia tadi baru tanya saya. Saya cakap takda!” (She just asked me for it just now and I said there wasn’t any!)

“Oh….Hahaha…..” I managed. What else was I to say? He should have told me earlier!

And so he walked off with T2 in search of other grocery items.

After which Tee secretly told me, “Mommy, you know I asked Daddy for Nutella and he said they don’t make them anymore. He couldn’t find them and he said Germany doesn’t send them to Malaysia anymore. But my friend in school, Alisha, she brings Nutella bread. And she said her Mommy bought it from Bangsar Village. Daddy is bluffing me, I know.” And then she gave me this big grin.

Now, you tell me. Was that sneaky of her? How did she even know we were talking about the Nutella jar since he was speaking in Malay and she couldn’t have heard anything I’d said. Hrrmmppphh……why do I feel that I’m the one who’s been duped?