Laughing like a witch.

As usual, at the end of the day I am either finishing up my kitchen chores, or cooking up Taufik's dinner or even both at the same time.

Tonight, Taufik, as he has been doing so recently, hangs out at the balcony enjoying Chichi's company. He would lie on top of Chichi, or next to Chichi, stroking, pinching, thumping, basically annoying Chichi. Occasionally, he would urge Chichi to eat up his Science Diet biscuits.

I noticed that something had fallen, a pail, Taufik must have knocked it off. I saw that my son was a little alarmed and was trying to quickly, though he pretended to be calm, open the glass door. I was feeling rather cheeky and gave a little shout. He was petrified, shocked and screamed, "Mommmmmmyyyyy!"

He wrenched the glass door open and ran into the kitchen, wrapping his little body around my legs. I laughed or perhaps a better description would be to say that I cackled like a witch. And he didnt like that one bit.

"Don't laugh, Mommy." he pleaded.
"Why not? Do you prefer that I am angry and shouting or laughing?" I queried.
I truly wondered which one he would choose and had to chuckle quietly when he said, "I want you to smile Mommy. Can you smile for me?" He peeked up at me to see me smiling away at him.