Sometimes, Mr H would buy char siew bun for my breakfast. One morning, he asked what I wanted and X reacted very excitedly. For a boy with limited vocabulary, he was shouting “pau! pau!”
It turned out that he was trying to order his share of a bun. When we acknowledged the order, he became calmer and smiled. He grinned in delight when Mr H returned with the promised bun and tucked in happily.
In the weeks leading up to his 2-year old party, he went through a growth spurt and drank 5-6 bottles of milk a day. He could drink milk at 530pm, eat dinner at 630pm, drink more milk right after dinner and finish more rice. I thought he was looking chubbier these days.
It was a happy problem though.