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Freshly plug red ones.

I like eating fruits when I feel dizzy in the evening. That day, I went to fetch bb early at MIL’s place. I would usually sit in the dinning area and munch on some rambutans from the garden or any other fruits available on the table. Mil likes eating the not so ripe one as she is a diabetic but I am craving for the sweet and red one.
The following melt my heart - Bb knows that I like some red rambutans, he went all out to the garden to plug some red ones for me. Of coz with help from Sri, he had a basket full of it and passed it thru the grill from the dining area where I was sitting. Yummy yum! A bonus from my filial son. Kekekeke!!! Want some?
Pic where I was sitting captured by bb using my hand phone.

Comments

Sasha Tan said…
BB so nice. Good Boy BB. Aunty muaks muaks u!
laundryamah said…
ya wor ur bb so sweet..me so jeles...i dun think my boy can be so thoughtful...
Shannon said…
bb so sweet... sweeter than sweet rambutan lar....
Oscar's Mommy said…
bb so cute la. so totful... haha, i wish i had a garden for oscar to pluck me things cos oscar likes to pluck me 'lalang' when we go strolling in the park! *roll eyes*
You have a rambutan tree outside your house. Wow free fruits. I heard rambutan can be heaty, the old ppl says. So eat in moderation yeah.
Desperate Mummy said…
Wah! BB good boy auntie sayang :)
Allyfeel said…
Sasha,
haha...thank you aunty.

laundryamah,
can one la, Kieran is a nice boy, he clicked so well with bb talking abt superman.

shannon,
really...u want some rambutan?

Oscar mommy,
wei, he is so romantic la, strolling also pluck lalang for u. "lum sei" lor.

Michelle,
It's at my PIL's garden. Yalor but I was craving for it that time, lucky can still berak after eatting so many. :)

Desperate mummy,
See mood one, sometimes, never border also.
Lydia Teh said…
You're blessed to have such a sweet boy :)
jazzmint said…
wahh that's very sweet of him...
ZMM said…
he's so sweet..

Wah.. your MIL's breakfast table looks so stylo.. I almost wanted to ask if you were eating in some hotels. :P
Anonymous said…
Aww! He's such a sweet lil boy! :)

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