Huahahaha

Last nite around midnite my daughter started to cry, asking for milk. I tried to lift her, but my back hurted so much I couldn't. So i asked for Ming's helps.

Ming, however, having been pooed before (directly to his palms while he was wiping her when he thought she's done pooing), waiting for her to finish doing number two.

So she was crying louder and louder, getting hungrier and angrier, while Ming wouldn't bulge.

True enough, she pooed again, twice. But she's none too pleased about waiting for so long for milk.

Satisfied that she's done doing number two, Ming cleaned and lifted her up, preparing for the formula.

It was then that my dearest, one-week old baby girl, decided to settle the score. She peed directly on Ming's arms. At first Ming thought I spilled the water, but nope. It was 100% pure urine flowing down his shirt.

It's the first time in the past couple of days that I laughed that loud.

My baby is a genius!!!!

Of course, Ming told her off, especially since within the past three days she managed to do her number one and number two on her dad. And my baby pouted, give him this "well-you-took-too-long-to-feed-me" look and holding both her hands on her tummy. Her first sulk.

How could anyone be upset with such an angel???

hhhh....

(of course, it could be just me, the mum, who interpret her body language like that)