Spaceship Adventure

There we were, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. 

While waiting for my dear wife attending Wassem for his turn to be massaged by the physiotherapist, me, Ateef and Ayra were in our MPV (Ahwaz's at PJ Club). 

We have been visiting this place almost every week for about a year now. Thank God, we have seen a lot of improvement in Waseem, especially with regard to his concentration as well as his tantrum control.

Anyway back in the car, I had to entertain the girls.

'Look Ayra, can you see the chicken?' 'That's a hen Daddy', said Ateef. 

Right.

'H - heh, E-N - en, hen', spelled Ayra. 

'And there's the rooster. It has the red thingy on its head and another red thingy hanging under its beak.' 

I tried to get it right this time.

'Silly Daddy, the one on top is called a comb, the one below is called wattles', explained Ateef. 

Really. Here she goes again, another lesson on chicken anatomy. Maybe my kakak princess could one day be a wildlife expert like Steve Irwin a.k.a the crocodile hunter (she could easily tell you the difference between crocodile and alligator).

'OK girls, let's role play. I'm your Captain. We are on board of a really cool spaceship'.

'Look kakak, that cat-like alien feeds on little children.' Ha, ha gotcha.

'Eeee, nooo, help', they screamed.

'Don't worry, girls, your Captain Daddy will blast those aliens to smithereens with this powerful laser gun,' I said while pushing the hazard light.

'Microgravity, microgravity,' crackled Ateef tussling her body at the back of the car. This soon followed by Ayra. The back seats had been flattened so that they had plenty of room to play.

The other day, while the seats were down and the kids were not around, I said to my dear wife,

'Jay, do you think we could, er, we could, you know, there?', while pointing at the flattened backseat. 

'Eh, you jangan nak mengada! Nanti tak pasal-pasal kena cekup oleh JAIS.'

Back to the spaceship, Ateef said, 'Captain, boogie at nine o'clock.' 

Mama's coming.