A father's chronicle (Happy Fathers' Day)

It is just like any other day to me, but to my family... it is MY day. Theophilus wanted it to last for 2 days.

Here is a picture which he drew for me.

A father's chronicle (A visit to the clinic)

Well, wel, well.... it has been so long since I've last blogged isn't it?

Many things have happened in between. Kids gotten ill, I fell ill ... the bug circulates and passed around like a parcel. In fact, Gracia was one of the worst hit in the episode. She was down with bronchitis. Poor girl. Got to get her to the clinic, (btw, all these are aftermath now).... and as you can envision it - the clinic is FULL.

I mean, what a better season to fall ill? The school holidays, I am busy with project work... AND to top it? The clinic is filled with kids who are down with some flu bug or something. OK, the first victim in our family was Theophilus. I believe he might have caught the virus from his school (in fact, we were dead worried after we found out that there were cases of HFM in his school). To his delight, he was relieved from his last 2 weeks of school just before the holiday begins. Or rather the OFFICIAL holiday.

What blessings in disguised for him? What a nightmare to us!

Anyway, back to the girl - she was quite a poor thing. Quite restless and couldn't rest well at all. We even have to bring home the nabulizer. Well, it was only after the nabulizer treatment that things gotten better.

When we were back to the clinic for a review, it was ANOTHER long waiting session (3 hours I believe or ... to put it another way - my Saturday was maytred at the doors of the clinic). Yet, there were moments I could not help but play with some tune and words in my head. For example:

Doctor, doctor, quick quick quick,

My daughter, my daugther, she is sick

Nurses, nurses bill me quick

My daughter is restless and became a wiggly twig

Ah, a great amount of my life is spent waiting, queueing, .... such is the true of life. What do people do when they wait? It is a period of great agony to me. Well, I guess that is also part of my job description for being a daddy - Must be capable to transcient across the (waiting) time.

A father's chronicle (After over 2 years of hard work)

He has been working on it for over two years. I cannot say it was easy for him (there were times of disappointment, frustration and tears). The fact is that he is working on his weakest topic, so I must admit that this is quite an achievement for him - yes! he is on the Advance Student Club now. He is still struglling to keep up with it. Working hard to improve... it can be very tough when he moves on to a new higher level every time and it takes alot of time before he could master the topic.

Here is his picture on the notice board (since last week):

A closer shot:

He is the youngest in his grade to have achieved this far. Still a long way to go, but for now....

It is good enough, my boy. Good enough. Just continue to work on it...

The good part is that the discipline which he has harness during this learning experience, he is putting it into his piano lessons now. To him, practising his pieces is plain simple and fun.... what could be worst than doing his maths (under timing)? He is asking for more music lessons... it is so fun for him.

A father's chronicle (A good 5 year)

We have celebrated his birthday last week. He is five. Five good years. If what studies say concerning the importance of the first five years of a child's life is important, then I think these five years is really well invested. There are signs of what we have trained him showing fruits - he is self-motivated to practise his piano everyday (without us pushing him at all. Amazing... but then piano is so much much much much more easier compared to his maths lessons... - from the horse's mouth)

It was a good time of celebration and was a simple one. The arrangement is requested by him. He did not want any fanfare. He just wanted to have all of us together. Goto the beach, eat sandwiches, enjoy some moments together... go home, and eat a cake. So simple. Previously, it was more elaborate. The celebration in school is as usual - cut a big cake, give out goodie bags... he was so happy on the day of celebration in school.

I've enjoyed him for five years. Every part of it. From diapers changing, to running at the playground, to reading, to drawing, to swimming, playing Lego together... catching fish, running after birds, pretending to be pirates or dinosaurs. Life have been enriched with his coming.

I am looking forward to the next five years. The toys that we play will be different. They topics that we dicuss will be different.... he will be fast approaching adolescence and will have different struggles. But I hope to be the person he can talk to and confide in even as he have more friends around him.... even as I grow older and perhaps... can't run as fast as I could a few years back.

Oh, guess what was the best gift (from his perspective, of course) for this year? Yes, he received more than 1 birthday gift from Daddy and Mommy every year...

The best birthday gift for this year is: A book! Here is the book.

He has been reading it and enjoying every story....

A father's chronicle (A bagful of love notes)

This is not my first trip out of town for a project. In fact, being in Sun for coming to 6 years... I've lost count on the flights... but only a handful were memorable. Today, my flight out is memorable. It has been quite a while that I've flown out without my family coming along. I am used to them around. I am "addicted" to their company. In fact, I find it hard to concentrate without them around me. So, when it is made known to them that I will be away for a couple of days.... there were alot of mental preparation.... Daddy is not going to be at home....

Theophilus wrote me notes. Love notes. He drew drawings for me. He comforted me:

Son: Daddy, if your customer makes you sad.... just open this drawing and remember me... and cheer up, OK?

Yes, being in the service arm of Sun does have it's "job-hazardous" days, and Theophilus is aware that I am trying to keep up my spirit.

At the airport, I could notice that he was not looking into my eyes when we parted. I believe he could not understand his emotions. He missed me so much.... and when asked by Yan at the escalator... the dam broke. He broke into tears. Big drops of it. He missed Daddy.

I have just touched down and washed up. Yan told me that he cried to sleep (what a lousy way to fall asleep)... He wrote on his diary today. It is a sad note.

He wrote 'i cried' on one whole page n it really looked like the words cried

It is never easy leaving my family behind and getting my job done. Sometimes, even customers don't appreciate that too (and take that for granted).

Don't cry, my boy. Before you know it, I will be beside you again. Sleep well, tomorrow you will be stronger to face another day. Sleep tight.

A father's chronicle (Revisting Newton's Law)

It is a good thing to be a father. And even better to be a father of two kids! I could recall how interesting some of the growing milestones of Theophilus... and how they are unfolded once again in Gracia's life. I get the chance of savouring such moments again (well, with a little twist sometimes).

It was only like yestarday that Theophilus was the one who picked up his toy infront of him and throw it to the floor and watch how it rolls with the curious face of 'Ghee... what's happening here?'. Now, it is Gracia's turn. She is picking her toys and throwing them on the floor. She is curious. I am patient. She probably dropped it more than thirty times (look, I am not counting... but the stretching and bending... is not too good for me these days... getting old... or in engineering term - My back is suffering from fatigue stress, and if I don't take good care of it... it will go beyond the factual point.)

But I like to watch the whole episode. I put the toy infront of her. She picks it up. Look at me. Look at the toy. Place it over the edge of her walker, and drop it off. She bends over and look at the toy. What is in her little mind? Is she wondering why it is not breaking to pieces? Or is she trying to figure out the whole thing about gravity - why is the object moving down and not up like the balloon she saw the other day?

It is a mini-experiment. She is discovering the truth of our world. Data is consolidated. Hypothesis made and re-evaluated. They are turned to axioms. Re-challenged. Re-confirmed. The whole lesson went on again and again till she is satisfied with the conclusion.

I enjoyed the whole learning episode. I never mind the lesson of rediscovery of simple truths. I am attracted by her curiousity and her hunger to learn about this world - it is so different from the time she was 'in mommy's tummy'.

"Strangely", Theophilus could not recall this stage of his development. He could only take it as the truth when I told him that he did the same thing too - dropping toys onto the flow.... only thing he had one more act - he bit his toy after dropping them (what was he trying to check? that they don't change in form when they drop onto the floor?.... ) He is very patient with the little sister's learning. He is not fussed with the dropping of toys. He accepts it readily as part of learning. Just pick it up again. Just drop another one.

Soon, I will get to enjoy the other phases too. Like fussing over which hair-pin to get for her when she goes to school.... Ah.... I like parenting.

A father's chronicle (Art and play)

I can see many a times how is drawings are reflecting what is in his world. Take for instance this piece of card which he drew quickly and gave to me as a suprise (put on my laptop).

Compare it with his Knights Kingdom set.... can you see the similiarity?

So, they borrow ideas from their experiences and weave in-and-out of their world of imagination...

This water-color drawing is about an attack in the high-seas on a pirate ship (No, he didn't paint it... he drew it, Yan helped him to paint most of it... he choose the colors). It is one of his "master pieces" after so many months. Some of his drawings are getting a bit complex.... the more complicated it is... the longer time he spent on it... and a fair chance he might be very tired after the whole process.

One way to relax is to play with his sister.

Now, come here...

A father's chronicle (Taking some time to have fun)

I think one of the healthy benefit of having children is that I get to find all sorts of excuse to play. So, over the weekend, I gather the family and took some time out for some fun. Here are the photos... yah, using my Nokia N70.

Still a happy boy now that he is five years old....

A happy girl at 5 months old.... OK, OK, most of the time we are happy people...

We were actually waiting for StarBucks to open... and she fell asleep...

At five months, she has very little hair... but so was Theophilus when he was at five months, and so we don't bother. Anyway, she does look pretty with her Mommy's hat... was shielding her from the hot sun!

Heh, look at my camera! Or is it a phone?

My happy family! I think my N70 flash is not that strong....

A father's chronicle (The first step into a journey of a million words...)

While walking my son back home today, he turned and asked me what is a 'diary' - he noticed this word on a piece of paper somewhere.

Me: Well, it is a book that you write about what happened in the day. Say, Daddy, Mommy and you went to the zoo today and you have a fun time, you can write about it. And you can write about the happy things, the sad things... Daddy still writes diaries.

He didn't react much to my explaination. Perhaps, I was not talking sense. Or maybe I was just too dry on my explaination? Sometimes, I wonder whether am I talking sense... anyway, that was my best attempt.

So, it came to me as a suprised that the first thing he did when we stepped into the house - he went straight to get a piece of paper and a pencil (he has no formal diary to write on, perhaps I will get one for him tomorrow). Lying on the floor, he wrote his first page of his very own diary:

Today I have a very happy day playing with Gracia on the bed we have fun togather. (Draw a happy face with a wink)

I am happy today

(Yes, yes, there is missing punctuation, etc. etc. but nobody marks grammar and spelling on diaries, right? I will keep this piece of work. It will be one of his 'first'...)

I was so encouraged and happy with his first piece of diary. I think it is great place to start his writing and learning new words (I was thinking of getting him a children's dictionary... I think I should dump that idea - might as well pass him my Longman dictionary and teach him how to use it. Yes, he is four years old, but kids are learning things earlier than most of us in those days). Hopefully, he will write in Chinese in a few years time...

It is so strange, some times he can be so self-motivated... while other things... well... I guess all kids are like that.

Oh, btw, the naming of places and corners have stopped. And that's because he have plastered everywhere with a piece of note.... naming every one of them!

As a side note: I think he is really a fantastic brother. He really dote on his sister.

A father's chronicle (Reading and analyzing)

It always brings me a smile whenever I see him reading away (and tonight, he read to his sister who is ... er... slightly over 4.5 months old).

We brought him to the mega-mart and when he reached his favourite corner (the books), he comfortably picked up a book, sat on the floor and read away. It is a typical scene.

Besides the benefit that he gets including: entertainment, relaxation, improved in knowledge... perhaps, one of the greater goal that I've for him is to analyze. No, no, not exactly from a engineering point of view.... perhaps from what some people call "critical reading". It is a sad that that many people read, but never understand. Or even be critical about what they read. It is like (well, the passage says so, so it must be true). It is a dangerous way of reading - to accept everything that enters your eyes and goes consumed into your soul without going through an exhaustive filter (aka brains). And that includes what you have just read!

Reading is a stange thing. The author conducts a sort-of monologue with you. In that short span of time, you need to "wrestle" with him/her ... but in an unfair way. You don't really get an immediate response to your objections. Well, in this blog, you can send in a comment. But in a book, say, you might not be able to do so (especially when the author has moved onto the next world).

But, alas, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. Theophilus' journey in understanding this world has began. "Wow, you see the world is so beautiful!" (he spoke these words while we were at the reservoir). One day, perhaps, one day... he might read Law (as one stranger in a cafe pointed out when he was two years old), but for now... it is good enough to read his books and enjoy them.

Yes, my boy, the world is so beautiful... especially with you around.

A father's chronicle (The power of a little success)

Yup, he has began to spell. So, guess how he is exhibiting that confidence? He is labelling every room and every corner. There is music place, darwing (oops! should be 'drawing') corner, washing place, watching (TV) room, play corner, kitchen.... Theophilus was like a little busy bee, writing on small pieces of paper and sticking them everywhere (actually, I think he gets the good feeling of spelling and writing and labelling all those familiar places in our home).

I find the empowerment of language a very fancinating thing. I could still recall the first word he spoke "blue", then it was an explosion of words, then reading (which was quite difficult to learn especially those five to six syllabus words), and then writing simple words... now he is writing and spelling those words that he is so familiar with in his conversation. I don't have any theory to offer. I couldn't even recall how he picked up those words like "concussion". Perhaps it is through our conversation.

But I notice how that little success with simple words that lead him on to learning more and more...

In about 2 weeks more he will be taking his maths test again ... hopefully he can get pass it and move on to other topics... he is eyeing on a big train set... at the rate he is getting his stickers... I think I better safe up faster (to make it more difficult to get the "prize", he have to earn 30 stickers to get the big train set... that will give me some buffer).

A father's chronicle (I Not Stupid - A Film Review)

This is a follow up on my last blog (Celebrating Normalcy) since I've also watched a movie on TV over the weekends on parenting....

I should have watch the movie "I Not Stupid" about 4 years back.... I couldn't exactly recall why I missed that show... but I was glad that they showed it over the weekends and ... on TV! For a review, you can read it here.

For those who are parents with young kids and living in a society that placed (or over-placed) emphasis on academic excellence (not that being academic excellent is a bad thing... ah, forget about the explaination, watch the movie and you will understand the struggles of "normal" kids in Singapore), this show is a MUST. I intend to get the DVD. And to get the full ROI (Return-on-Investment), I intend to watch it over 5 times before putting it on the DVD shelf for future parenting-research-material.

It is really a very realistic show. In Singapore (and like many other countries in Asia, e.g. Japan), kids are falling off high-rise buildings... all because they have failed academically. While it is true that the underlying problem is due to "problems in interpersonal relations, especially with peers and parents. Fewer than half are related to school-work stress" (see this article), I find it is just a microscopic observation.

A child have interreaction with the society too and is subjected to the opinions and expectations of the society as well besides those of his/her parents. Perhaps, this is the narrow phrase "interpersonal relations... with peers". But peers are only a subset of the social circles of a child. You can see this social expectations in the life and experiences of Boon Hock (esp. in those scenes at the hawker center while helping out in his mother's hawker stall).

There is a follow up sequel to this movie (I Not Stupid 2). I am not sure whether I am ready to watch it now... I am still digesting the first part. There is a lot of material to think about... hopefully it won't be another 4 years of wait before I get to that movie. I think the second part is just as relevant to my parenting skills... perhaps even more?

A father's chronicle (Celebrating normalcy)

They run just like my son. They talk like my son. They argue, they ponder.... but they are not "normal". I mean, these kids are not just above average. They are gifted. Yes, I am not refering to my son. There is a difference between being intellgent and being gifted. And, sure, there is a gap between between "normal" and "intellgent".

Our society is a strange one. Alot of focus goes to the "bright" ones. They are featured in papers (e.g. last weekend, there was a whole section on them). These kids (err... they are working adults now) are not like the kids next door. They are really heading for the heavens! Their career is planned before they start. Their lives are mapped out - lived in the upper 1% of the society.

My son is not gifted. Actually, it came as a bit of pain when I realized/accepted that (huh, are you joking, Paul?). But let me quote again from the book (which sort of summarized my experience):

At first this intuition is painful. Emilio will not be a genius after all. Or at least I won't be able to make him exceptionally intelligent. It is the death of a dream. But I feel relief. I give him permission, inside me, to be what he is. Perhaps he will be an ordinary child. I realize that I no longer have control of the process.... Expectations. You can see them everywhere... Thus children are turned into pretty knickknacks, supergifted monsters, sports champions, or just good little puppets who never get into trouble because they are already only half alive....Bit by bit I also discover new ways of loving. After all, how can I truly love my children if at the same time I wish they were different?

Nope, my son cannot swim 100m in 3 minutes flat (that's the gold standard, btw for their age category). He cannot tell you the order of planets (I didn't get it right either, besides the first and last)... he is normal, ordinary, and he is my son.

He is honest (he cannot stand to tell lies)... his best attempt is to keep quiet. He does not bully the weak. He is helpful. He is a friend when you are in need of help, he does not chick-out on you when you are in the deepest hole. He cries when you are hurt. He laughes when you are happy. He shares his last piece of chocolate and will gladly share his toys too... and yes, he forgets (which can be the best part).

He is normal. He is ordinary. He is my son. I am so glad that he is who he is.

It is great to be.... normal.

A father's chronicle (Achievements in doing simple things)

So often, we take simple tasks for granted. Even the wearing of a T-shirt or a pair of shorts. For children, this can be quite a task for them. You need to balance on one foot, make sure that the shorts is facing in the right direction. Place the right foot into the right hole, and make sure the other foot does not go to the same one... ghosh! All this is liken to be a great acrobatic act.

So, yestarday when I offered to wear his clothes, he refused and said...

Son: No, no, no... I can do it. Let me show you...

And he did it. To me that's a milestone. An achievement. A little victory. A score on the chart of independence. I think I only exhibited this behaviour when I am 3 years older than him (Shhhh.... don't tell him yet.)

One of the joy that I get as a parent is to see these little achievement every day. From the first foot step to wearing of clothes, writing of words, writing of name.... all these are very precious memories.

Well done, boy. Well done.

Maybe these little hands will get to button my shirt when I grow too old to do so someday...

A father's chronicle (Thots on playing)

Human beings toil and struggle. Play is a privilege of the gods, but of children, too. Playing with my children, I have found this thrill that frees the mind of heaviness and worry....Yes, playfulness is a state of grace, and it is not always available, or perhaps it is always available to children, just not for adults..... Jokes are part of playing as well. They have a degree of mischievousness, which, when it is not offensive, is a great way to transform our aggression.

Chapter 6, Play, What Our Children Teach Us by Piero Ferrucci

Playing with my children brings similiar reflections too. In fact, many a times, I have to free myself of how I plan to play with them or even to set out the rules rigidly. This is especially true for Theophilus, in the battle of the Knights (which we have many episodes), rules are set by... ahem... him. His knights can do wonderful feats. The good will live, the bad must die... and Daddy ALWAYS must play the side of the bad (i.e. I must use the shadow knights). Yet, he has pity on me once in a while... the dark side do win in every 10 battles... there are so many things that happen in battle of knights. So many names that he can come up with. It is so wonderful. 'Arrows' are transformed into 'Shooting Fires'. A few pieces of 5x8 plates are transformed into an island called 'The Rock' which have a castle that housed evil knights with names so long... only he can get them right, and beware of the dragons and brimstones!

In those moments of battle, my daily battles are watered down. My creativity is refreshed.

Playing is a form of affection. A sign to them that we love them and we want to be involved in their lives. I am not a superman yet, and being in the electronic wired world does create some struggles.... the battle between emails and 'come Daddy, please play with me'.

Play is a privilege of the gods, but of children, too

Yes, I think so.

Gracia is showing signs of interest in simple playing now.... things are getting more exciting. We have a good laugh at how a soft pillow can fall on her... with so many giggles from her as a reward of my effort. It will be another 9 months before she can really converse with us, and I am really looking forward to that moment.

A father's chronicle (Love is beyond mathematics)

Now that Gracia have arrived, we are especially conscious about how we "transmit our ideology about love" to Theophilus. Somehow through a TV commerical, he gotten the idea that if you love someone, you would have less love for someone else.

I like how Piero puts it in his book (What Our Children Teach Us):

I am convinced that we unconsciously transmit our ideology about love. We regard love as if it were a cake: You cannot have the whole, but must divide it, and as it is in scarce supply, you have to compete for it in order to obtain some of what you want. Thus rivalry and conflict is born.... Even though I shall have to divide my time between the two, I shall not have to divide my love, which is beyond mathematics, and cannot be sectioned.

No, no, no... I can still love both of them... and yes, my time is not just halved, but much much reduced. Yet, this is no scarifice at all.... like how Piero puts it (again):

Sometimes all it takes is a laugh from Emilio or Jonathan, a word, a gesture, seeing them alseep, or half an hour's play together, for me to think, Now I have reached a state of happiness so complete that I could die at this moment.

So true, so similiar to my personal experiences as a Dad....

A father's chronicle (Rereading a book)

I was staring into my bookshelf and wondering what are the books that I've there... also trying to atone for my many sins - I have the tendency to buy more books than I could read!

At the middle section, was a book that my mom bought for my birthday 2 years back. I was only able to start on a few chapters before life caught up with me (excuses again, but that's all I can come up with )... so, I stretched forward and grabbed it. Second attempt at a good book.

Interestingly, the title is one that I really like - What Our Children Teach Us by Piero Ferrucci. For those who like to read this series of my following, this book is very much like it. It is written by a father about his encounters with his children... difference, of course, is that he is trained in psychology.... while I am not.

Anyway, I want to share a few lines on the chapter on Attention.

Without presence, there is no relationship, no reality. To think about past and future is of course so much easier than living in the present. Transported away from the present, we find everything: fantasy, worries, memories. Worlds far more intriguing than watching a child jump.

....

There is a sense of healthy lazines that I have learned in being with children: Slow down, take it easy, be here, enjoy yourself. You are allowed to have no purpose.

No purpose.... hmmmm... no purpose. We don't do that often in real life. Go to meetings, you have the agenda drawn up. You go to shopping mall ... well, a shirt to "hunt". Even the other day when we were watching a movie (Chicken Little), a parent popped the question to her children immediately after the show - So what's the moral of the story? (btw, the children were tasked to write about what they learn when they reach home. Boy....)

But with children? We need to slow down and be here. Be here. It is a lost art to "be here".

I guess, we have somehow been "programmed" to have a purpose in everything.

Enjoy yourself.... You are allowed to have no purpose (when you are with me).

Actually, I like it very much. I like to walk to my children and just sit around. Just to be beside them. No purpose.

I am here. I am here, now.

A father's chronicle (My son's first swimming lesson)

OK, his first lesson was on Wednesday not today. I am late again in my blogging effort. Terrible at ensuring the events synchronized.

I really like the idea of sending him for swimming lesons... even though I am a swimmer, wife is a swimmer... our parents are swimmers... but well... it is the holidays and not letting him expand some of his energy is as dangerous as trying to cool down a nuclear reactor in 2 seconds flat.

Yet, I must admit that I really enjoyed it. Seeing him learn how to kick his legs, and do it with the rest of his classmates (or should we use the word 'poolmates'?), really is fun to watch. He have had so much fun! The learning process starts again for him. He is tired after the swim and famished too (great!) It is also nice to make a few new friends too. I am pleasantly suprise to find that they were very good kids. Kids with pretty good up-bringing.... with a little child-playfulness attached.

One little girl, Olivia, even say 'Thank you' when I encouraged her that she is doing a great job. Admittedly, most kids don't know how to take encouragement and praises (maybe adults too?).

There are so many "First time".... the first time Theophilus completes his maths worksheet on his own, the first time he ate all by himself, the first time he bathe himself (without the help of Daddy / Mummy).... the first time he caught the tail of a chameleon....

His first swimming lesson.... was great!

A father's chronicle (Nearing the threshold of fractual point)

It seems uncommon for me to meet a 7 or 8 year old boy running at the 4 km mark in the forrest yestarday, so as I approached from the back, I could not but get a glimpse of him. To my horror, I really think he was in trouble. Strangely, his parents were at least 30 meters ahead. The poor boy was struggling behind.

A fellow runner heading towards us voiced out his concern, and I second it. Guess what was the response of his parents... yup "He is OK". OK? What OK? We are regulars here and we know when a kid is getting into trouble! You don't want to get to the point when he roll his eyes then discover he is getting into trouble, right?

It was not until I saw that his parents slowed down and let him take a break that I continued on my run (sure, I will miss my timing, but heh, what's that anyway? I can try that again the next round). I was also prepared to carry this boy out (yes, yes, yes, I am tired).

This incident caught me thinking how far we stretch our kids. To be honest, I can't tell what is the limit the boy can be pushed, only the parents know intimately. Yet, I think often times we danced on the thin line of crossing the fractual point. Some kids can take more pressure, some don't. Some kids just break down and never recover from that.

Parents play an important role. We need to constantly learnt and discover what is this threshold. This level is not a constant level. Due to environment (say, incidents or happenings in our kids' lives), it can vary. So, at times I find it unrealistic to push Theophilus too hard.

In fact, I was very forthright to let his maths teacher know that it makes no difference to me whether he scores 90% or 100%. In fact, it does not matter whether he gets a B- or an A+. Stretching him beyond realistic level is just going to make him pay a price that I felt is not required.

Life is more than just A+ or even a B-.

Train but don't strain.

A father's chronicle (When I am bored...)

Vandalism in Singapore is a serious offense. People get caned for that.

When I am bored at home, I "vandalise" too... but only on the toes of my gang.

Son is not spared....

Don't even think that I will let her off.... come here! Arrrrggghhh....