Thursday, July 19, 2007

Yang Guo and the cradle-cap killer

Auntie Anne had a dream last night. She dreamt that she was back in school, and I was her classmate! According to her, I was the prodigy kid in school, even though I was still wearing my diapers. She reportedly spoke to me and said that I claimed to be Ýang Guo's (from the show shen2 diao1 xia2 nu3) descendant.



Mommy asked if Auntie saw any craddle cap on my head in the dream. If there was no cradle cap, it was probably an impostor.

Which brings me to tell you about my craddle cap. One morning, Daddy and Mommy awoke to a bloody scene. I had discovered my fingers and scratched at my cradle cap till blood oozed out of the area. Subsequently, a foul smell was detected. And subsequently subsequently, olive oil was of no use. So subsequently subsequently subsequently, I was brought to the evil TBD (refer to older posts) for treatment again.

This time, TBD was quite nice. Obviously, he had used up his quota of ideas on how to torment little people on other babies before me. Daddy traded his day's pay for a silly shampoo and lotion for me. I was touched to tears and repaid him by crying.

All is well, my cradle cap will be prehistory soon.

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