That night, after dinner, I saw Haziq busy at the kitchens sink. I am a mother, I know he was up to something. When I used the word something, it's usually something naughty. But I let him do whatever he was doing because sometime I am a mad mother. And also sometime I teach them madness.
Then he came to me. His face is, plastered, cheeky. He had bunch of balloons in his hands. The balloons are filled with water.
Weapon of Mass Destruction
Then he spelt out his plans, which clearly was well thought off. The only thing left was execution.
THE PLAN
Tommorrow, I will creep up behind my friend.
I will slowly put these, lifting the balloons for me to see, in my friend's shirt.
I will then poke them.
The water will come out slowly.
But I will run as fast as I can.
They will know it's you and will be angry
They won't know it's me because I will be long gone.
*Grinning.* I have invented a bomb.
xxxxx
The balloon deflated anyway. (Thank God). He will have to go back to the drawing board.
xxxxx
Before going to bed, I found a small balloon, filled with little water, in Zachary's shirt.
It was not poked yet.
Zachary was hooked with a time bomb.
8 comments:
who sed mom can't be a bomber. but maybe not a terroriso. ;P
Yeah..Haziq lak dah tidur when we foud the balloon clipped kat collar belakan adik dia. Kalo tak bolehlah water fight.
ish..ish..ibu pon join gak..
Ibu dia sewel.
me - the mother can be a time bomb too....
shidah shidah, hang ni mana2 pun buat aku gelak
ha ha ha
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