"Baa Baa Black Sheep, Have You Any Wool?" I sang it out loud and stopped, waiting for another voice. And there came my backup singer, "Back Side Back Side, Hug You Only Wood?" My very own edited baby version. Meet my assistant, which speaks baby language, Ben.

He is a boy that I dislike very much. With him around, I can't watch a television peacefully, he screams all the time, making me fail to know the main synopsis of the movie since I can't hear what were the actress/actor are speaking, and sadly, I do not lip read. And often, my precious little toe was always tortured  being made as a bump for his toy cars to cross over. That explains the scars and why I don't like people looking at my toes.

Everytime he had his bedtime or nap, I gotta be extremely careful not to make a tiny whinny sound to awake him, means no MUSIC, no DROPPING PENS, even when I sneak in the kitchen to get some junks to eat, no crippling paper sound. When he is not feeling well, NO air-cond nor fan is allowed to switch on, so well I sweat like a pig unless I jail myself in my room.

"Baa Baa Black Sheep, Have You Any Wool?" this time I'm just solo, my backup singer had left me a month ago. Ben had grown up and after 3 years under my mom's care, he's leaving for kindergarten and the daycare provided there. I had all the spotlight to myself, but I realise the audience are leaving as well because the stage is not complete anymore.

The cute voice of saying Good Morning and Goodnight before and after I went to bed had vanish, no more special kisses from this boy who has hands and legs so much smaller than mine, and his saliva on my shoulder as I hug him. No more babbling of the latest cartoon updates was heard.

I miss him, this little mischievous kid who never fails to make me mad. And I hate to admit this, but YES, he makes me happy too. Ben, if you come back, I will never stopped you from touching my bear bear anymore. Wee Kye Jie Jie loves you :)