This morning, I pointed out to the kids that the holidays were over and I could now get rid of them. I even sang a little ditty I made up on the spot.
Joy groaned at the reminder but Isaac played along, saying, "Yeaaaah! The holiday is over! Tomorrow we go to klehzz!"
"Klehz your head. C-L-A-S-S is klahs. No fake American accents allowed in this household." I declared. "You think you are Singapore DJ ah?"
"Pa! Pa! Do you know there are Zords in Power Rangers? They are robot animals!" said my 9-year-old, switching topics like a handbrake turn. "You know, Zord? Zee-oh-ar-dee…"
"The last letter of the alphabet is ZED. Zee simi zee." I harrumphed.
I am so glad the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are visiting Queenstown instead of our estate. They would be appalled at how far we have strayed from our colonial roots.
Later in the afternoon, Joy watched me play Team Fortress 2 on my PC. She listened to the chatter of voice chat and suddenly remarked, "I heard a girl's voice! Papa, girls play shooting games too?"
"Of course, Joy. Girls can play ANY game. Not just dolls. Here, click my mouse to set the Spy over there on fire, muahahahaha!"
Soon after, Faith also walked into the study to hang out with me. She took my finger and dragged me to the wife's iMac to point at the logo. I let my TF2 character get blown to bits and turned my attention to autistic firstborn, saying in a singsong voice, "Yes, Faith. Apple. Eeeh-Perl."
"Eeeh-wur," Faith vocalized.
"Yes! Apple! Clever girl, Faith!" I rubbed her head affectionately.
"Eeeh-wur," she said again, repeating the word again and again, savouring the taste of it.
"Good try, Faith," I beamed.
Best conversation I've had all week.
