Ever since my brother got his driver's license, PP has been forcing him to practice by driving himself back to army camp, while PP sits beside him in the car, and MP and I, being kay-poh, sit behind to watch.
BB(hands gripping wheel tightly): Eh papa, can help me turn the aircon away from me.
PP(fiddles around with the aircon settings): You crazy ah? Why can't you free one hand to adjust? Your nose itchy how? I scratch for you issit?
teehee. Somehow I'm not looking forward to learning how to drive.
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