Yesterday as Vic and I was going upstairs for her afternoon nap, I saw some birds on the clothes rack and beckon her quietly to watch the birds. As we parked ourselves on our sofa and peeped through the sliding grills, I realised there were a couple more birds pecking away on the ground and indicated this to Vic. But the little girl spotted something else... she whispered to me, "Mummy, there's a squirrel"... and I said "Where, where?"
Quickly I realised it was near the drain, and as we watched, another squirrel popped out. After a good 5 minutes or so, Vic decided to sneak out to scare the squirrel, but just before we could open the front door, the squirrels disappeared behind the caladiums.
Oh, and did I mention that a couple of months back as Vic was about to leave the house for school, she spotted a squirrel in our house. Daddy and the maid cornered it behind the TV set and trapped it in a box, which Daddy then gave to the teachers, with their consent, to show the little kids a real life squirrel. Vic named the squirrel, OMO. : )
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I wonder who came out with the name Omo? Is it a short form for something?
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