SK is on MC (medical leave) today. After a bout of diarrhea which went on till 1am last night, I decided to cut him some slack and let him rest at home. Knowing my son so well, I'm sure the moment I left the house this morning, he would be up and about messing with his aquarium instead of resting in bed.
When he was about 3 or 4, he used to get up at the crack of dawn to fiddle with his father's many aquariums in the hall. We would wake up to find the floor wet and the fishes all mixed up in the wrong tanks. With guilt written all over his little face, SK would vehemently deny any wrongdoings.
Being an active kid, he could never keep still and often incurred his father's wrath by getting into all sorts of trouble. We couldn't manage to keep his itchy fingers from his father's ceramic collection. I remember the day his father blew his top when he discovered very single piece of his manga figurines had either a broken limb or neck (which managed to escape detection because our domestic worker had cleverly glued back).
One day, SK crawled over his father's laptop and I was horrified to see the monitor crack into several pieces. I rushed to get it replaced just before his father got back from his business trip. That saved him from another good tongue lashing of course.
Unlike his older brother, SK never enjoyed going to playschool. Our attempts to send him to daycare when he was 2 years old backfired when he cried non-stop in school for one whole week. It was heart wrenching and I had to take him out of school.
When he was in kindergarten, he hated Chinese writing. Only when the teacher called up to complain that SK had failed to hand up his homework for several weeks, we found he had hidden all his writing assignments in our storeroom. When we made complete his pile of work, he sat there writing, tears streaming down his face, dripping all over his painstakingly written pages.
Now that he's older, he has channeled all that energy into his favourite hobby. He would spent weekends cleaning up and decorating his aquarium.
Ah SK. He must be very happy today. I can imagine him sitting before his tank, with Rusty by his side, watching his fishes swimming about merrily.
how fast they grow...and what a nice quiet hobby... he could be playing with that Wii thing or whatever....
Ahhhhhh...different temperaments, different hobbies. My Dad once sold fish for a living he he he he...but we were old enough to understand not to mess around with the fishes. :-)))
he sounded like a very active kid!
Sounds like a fun and interesting hobby to have.
SK is always the cute little boy to me :)
He sounds like my younger boy who can't stay out of mischieve ... LOL!
Ah, the mischief of little boys. What a lovely post. Simply lovely. ^.^
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