We were at the basement of 112 Katong and making our way to Nadya's ballet class.
Alyssa suddenly said to me: "Mama, I want to roast the man!"
Me: ??? Roast the man? Huh???
She pointed to something. I followed her gaze....and...
Oh. CHEY!!
She was referring to the table soccer machine just outside the supermarket. Those with sticks/handle bars sticking out from the sides of the machine and where you twist those sticks so that the different-coloured little plastic men attached to them would hit the plastic soccer ball in the machine.
So smart lah this girl...
Haha....Roast the man...LOL LOL....
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