Hurry Up!

This seem to be my most popular phrase now in the house - HURRY UP!  And I am not even telling this to my girl (because girls are generally slower than boys, and have higher tendency to dilly dally, right?) but it's to William.

Aarrghhh!  It starts from the morning, from a gentle "Boy boy, go clean up now, go brush your teeth, etc" and then it's "Hurry up, eat your breakfast, we're gonna be late for Baobei."

Mealtimes is a common time for me to keep repeating these same words like a broken record player.  It's either "Hurry up!" or "Quickly!" or somewhere along the lines of being late, and counting down.  The little fler is unfortunately unfazed, and he's still in his carefree mode, happy-go-lucky mood and launches into his infectious laughter whenever I am too serious with him.  How to handle la?  His eyes talk, like they are telling me to chill and inviting me to laugh along.  But for the sake of punctuality, I have to put up a strong and serious front.

On my left, his sister eats her food without much a problem.  The only thing I have to remind her is to NOT gobble down her food.  Aaahh, how I wish the boy on my right would quicken even half the speed of his sister.  His backside seems to have invisible needles too, that makes him NEED to walk around.  Maybe it needs to feel the tip of Mr R O Tan...

But the cane is hardly out.  It comes out when his mouth stops chewing for more than 10 minutes or if I don't see his food diminish.

Where have all the time gone to?  Sometimes I imagine myself in his little 5yo body, being bossed around to hasten his steps and coaxed to move along.  It sure ain't no fun. But if it ain't this way, then would things get moving?

So William... or Spiderman or SM as you call yourself, remember that with great powers comes great responsibilities.  In your case, by being older means bigger responsibilities.