Well, I brought Mr.T back in the middle of the night and in the morning, when the boys walked out of their room, I was sure they would’ve heard his snoring. I stopped them from going into their lil brother’s room and asked them if they hear something.
To my surprise… they shook their heads.
I asked them again, to listen carefully…and only did they realise that someone else was in my room! A huge beam plastered on No.1′s face. No.2 shouted, “Papa! Papa!”.
Amazingly, from his cot, No.3 also shouted, “Papa! Papa!” and when I carried him to change his nappies, he struggled with me. He immediately ran into my room and tried his hardest to climb the bed.
It was certainly a heart-melting moment.
Then, with Papa in the house, everything went topsy-turvy. The schedules, the routines. I am exhausted every single day! Everytime I look into the mirror, I felt like buying one of those anti wrinkle treatment, from the sleep deprivation (due to the snoring too!).
But at least, I got to watch the “Inglorious Basterds”. One movie I’ve been waiting to watch for a long time.
Oops..what’s “bais”???
No.3′s way of saying ‘bye’! 
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