Recently I bought few more story books for Ruth and Cynthia, they were excited and started reading each one of them. I set up a small library at home, making sure they have a place to sit and read their books comfortably and sometimes Isaac would join them too. Normally before bedtime, either daddy or myself will read them a short story. But last Wednesday night, I was not feeling well and awfully tired and my turn to read the bedtime story. I opened the book and begin searching the shortest story I could find but Cynthia insisted me reading "Little Red Riding Hood" for them. Hmm..okay, but I told her it's going to be a short version and she quickly said "yes" :-)
So..Once upon a time...bla..bla..bla..then turning few more pages (by now I could hardly open my eyes)..but still I continued reading ...bla..bla..bla..when suddenly Ruth said, "mummy why the wolf wants to eat the chicken"? and I was like 'huh'? where is this chicken come from..I said to myself..no chicken involved in this story lah..mak datuk! this mummy was half asleep while reading the book. Okay..okay..let me sit up straight and finish the book ...so we continue till the end of the storylah..and ZZzzzz