“Ask the boy to wake up and bond with us,” the husband said while cutting cardboard.

“What…,” I frowned while painting the sides of a piece of cardboard.

“KNN how much homework we need to do for the kid sia,” he grumbled.

“Who ask you to have a child,” I retorted.

Then we looked at each other and started laughing. I laughed so hard that I started tearing.

Last time, in Mummy Woes, I mentioned how stressful it is for parents to do their children’s homework in the name of parent and child bonding purposes.

Then the cycle continues. We still have to do it again when the teachers gave homework during the so called September school holidays.

Bond my ass. Holiday homework my foot. He attends his pre-school everyday since it is open and we did not go anywhere because we have this thing call WORK.

The kid was cranky and fell asleep soon after we started.

We started working on something about our neighbourhood stuff and also lantern making competition for Mid-Autumn Festival.

I seemed to be bonded to the wrong person in this case since the intended participant did not take part in the activities.