Transiting to Primary One is a big deal for kids. It's the beginning of formal education in Singapore and for many of the kids, it's their first encounter with serious and intensive studying. Apart from the kid feeling the stress and heat, the parents usually get stressed up and nervous as well, especially if it's the first time for them. I started this series to document the chronological order of events, my intimate thoughts and emotions on this journey, and it will continue until Joey settles down in Primary One. Hopefully, as we go along, the posts would become more and more positive and encouraging. I do believe in that. :)
Saturday
19 Jan 2013
1.51pm
When I tweeted about Joey's 1st day in Primary School, a friend replied saying that soon, I will find all kinds of things from the school bookshop in my house.
True enough.
When I was a little girl, I remembered getting all thrilled and excited over the very pretty stationeries at the bookshop. I wish I could bring home all the rulers, erasers, mechanical pencils and notebooks. Everything was lovely and desirable. I reckon it's the same with my girl now. Except that what she's brought home so far have been less than useful.
She came home on Thursday and announced proudly that she DID NOT buy any green tea that day. I was glad - Finally, she understood what a big waste of money that was?? Then with a big wide grin, she whipped out her prized purchase that day:
A PACKET OF TISSUE PAPER.
Granted, the cartoons were quite cute. But the main reason why Joey bought it was not because it was cute, but because.....
IT SMELLS LIKE GREEN TEA!!!
*faint*
Joey brought the packet of tissues right underneath my nose and insisted that I smell it. It smelt like Jasmine flowers, which I totally dislike. But I can understand why Joey would think it smelt like jasmine green tea. =.=
So which is the lesser evil between the two green tea products that my girl had been spending her money on?
She was feeling extremely pleased with herself that she bought such a wonderful item from the bookshop and got a little offended when I told her it smelt really bad.
"I thought you would like it as much as I do. =( "
oh well. Not when we have hundreds of packets of tissues in our cupboard at home. This is a white elephant, no? Ok, maybe a pretty white elephant. But STILL an elephant.
But of course, I did not tell her that. I tried to retract my words seeing how hurt my little girl was. It was after all a small victory that she managed to overcome the temptation of buying green tea. Surely, that warrants some form of encouragement.
Guess what she came home with on Friday?
A packet of tissue paper that smelt like BAMBOO (Which totally smelt like jasmine flowers to me again, so I suspect the bookshop auntie is not very honest. LOL!)
I wonder when the tissue paper series will end.
Read all the posts in this series: Mum's Diary
