How did he 'treat' Mummy...??

He never fails to 'amuse' us with his own ways.

While changing into his pyjamas one night, my nails poked into his tummy accidentally.
Me: Opps! (Pause for a few seconds)
Ed: What must you say?
Me: Huh? Say what?
Ed: You must say sorry to me mah...
Me: Sorry... *Smack Forehead*
Ed: What else must you say?
Me: I say sorry already. Ok, Sorry, Edus.
Ed: No, you must also say SAYANG Edus!
Me: Alright. SAYANG EDUS! *Rolled eyes*

There was once he was busy painting on his easel and he was trying to explain what he was drawing. He is full of zest & chattering all day so at times, my ears went deaf. (To add on, this little artist's drawings consists of only lines and circles, so it never really interests me)

Ed, came running to me: Why you never answer me?
Me: Huh? What did you say? :P
Ed: You must answer me, you know??!
Me: Sorry... (Drove me up the wall, once again!)

Why am I always the one saying sorry to a 35 mths??
With his constant daily shockers, sometimes I need to divert my attention to baking or golf to preserve my sanity. (That's the excuse I usually gave Hubby whenever he complained I was baking too intensively & he gotta be that poor 'cake-shredding' machine to finish up my finished cake 'art'. :P )