11.21pm. Faith just fell asleep, and Isaac too. Faith is still recovering from that nasty shock from Tuesday, so we are happy to see she slept fairly easily tonight. There is nothing good on TV, and the TV is dying anyway. So the wife reads the papers sitting on the sofa, while I'm on the floor reading email and blogs from the Powerbook, and giving her tired feet a massage.
"Hey, wait a minute. I give you shoulder massages, leg massages and foot massages. And I peel all your prawns leh. I read one blogger who said most of the men she knows have their prawns peeled by their women. How come you still sometimes say I don't pamper you enough?" I say in jest.
"I carried all your three children," she deadpans.
"Shoot, that always beats everything hor?" I grimace.
"Oi, you try having morning sickness for months, once for every one of your three kids."
"Ok, ok. You win. Having my children wins all. But I do send you to work every day," I give it one last try.
"I deserve the pampering and it's on your way what," she gives me a sly smile. "Hey, why are you stopping after just massaging one leg? Not balanced leh," she grins.
Duly chastised, I resume my sacred duty to the mother of my children and pick up her left leg.
