"Cow. Cow goes moo moo, Faith."
My 4-year-old turns to another page and grabs my finger to point at another animal for me to identify.
She still hasn't quite gotten the hang of pointing at things herself. This is the first day of Faith's school holiday, as her Special School closes like regular school during this part of the term.
"Lion. Lion goes roarrrr."
The wife is watching a David Tao music video from the Black Tangerine album's bonus VCD. It's the music video of David Tao's version 月亮代表我的心..
"Oh, why were you typing out the lyrics to that other song on your handphone that night at the concert ah?" she asks, reminded by the music video.
"For you lor," I smile, not looking up from the book Faith and I were reading together.
"Oh, heheh," she gives me an awkward smile, "Eh, did you know that Tao Zhe is the same age as you?"
"Lamb," I say with my best children's book voice.
"No, lah. David Tao is year of the Chicken, like you," the wife says.
"No, I said Lamb to Faith. And anyway it's Rooster, not Chicken."
"Oh," she says, and we laugh together.
"But of course, David Tao looks much younger than you lah," she adds.
"Thanks ah," I deadpan.
Hah. Later I don't take her to the Bishan NTUC supermarket — what the wife calls "one of the few redeeming NTUCs" — then she know.
