Pong, Petrol and Poo

This afternoon, while at my mum's place, I smell something burning.

Ah. It was the burning of offerings downstairs. It's apparently some traditional chinese occasion today.

My mum began to shut all the windows, concerned that the smell will affect both Zining and Sean, who were having their afternoon nap.

And then, I told my mum:

"Don't! I like the smell!"

And I meant it! I am actually quite fond of the burning whiff.

There's some kind of...."wholesomeness" to it if I may say.

Which brings me to another dodgy penchant of mine.

The smell of petrol.

I remember when I was young and when my dad brought the car to fill up the tank, again, my mum would wind up the windows (our car has a non-functioning aircon).

And I would beg for her to wind it down because I want to smell the petrol!

Which brings me to yet another unorthodox incident.

Which may well be the consequence of me indulging too much in the previous two activites!

Well, this time, it's really to do with my idiocy.

You know, ever since Sean is capable of eating, there would be traces of food all around the house.

And I would have to painstakingly clear up the mess as quick as possible, before Sean's little feet scatter them around even more.

Sometimes, I get so desperate while cleaning up that I would shove up those little pieces of food - biscuit crumbles, bread crumbs and whatnots into my mouth.

My mouth - the convenient dustbin!

One afternoon sometime ago, Sean and I were on the bed. Sean was playing with his toys, while I was pumping milk.

Then something caught my eye. It was a light brown piece of something. What could it be?

Ah! It must be a flake of the tau sar piah that I was munching on just a while ago (I usually snack while expressing milk).

So I conveniently picked it up and shoved it into the convenient dustbin.

But strangely, as I looked back onto that spot on the bed, the light brown thing is still there.

I tried to pick it up again. But this time, the light brown thing remained there.

Upon closer scrutiny, I realised.....

It was a stain. Intangible, untouchable, unremovable on the bedsheet.

A most disgusting thought crept into my mind and I checked Sean's diaper....

It was filled to the brim with poo! And running all over the waistband of his pants!

Which means his stupid mother me, has just ate a fragment of his poo.

I have not eaten a single tau sar piah ever since.