Amidst the very elegant and
beautiful names of his contemporaries, many of which end with “an” or “en” (think
Aidan, Ethan, Megan), his ends with a hard consonant.
Apart from old, old men with
the name, I know no little boys named David. Not in Singapore anyway.
So it was with great pleasure
when I found out that an old friend had named her baby David.
And the two Davids derived
great joy from each other.
My Day was enthralled with sweet-smelling
baby David, now five months old, with the thunder thighs (another one!), multiple chins and fuzzy
head.
He kept running into the baby
room to peer into the baby’s cot, depriving the baby of his noontime nap, and
Zhimin very kindly let him bottle-feed her baby.
* Zhimin, David and David
We chucked the boys together
as we caught up with our lives, and Day did a marvelous job of entertaining
David with finger puppets.
In response to yet another
question about whether I will have #4 since my #1 seems to want to get his
hands on baby fat, Day replies: No. I only like babies if they are cute and
Mummy’s may not be cute.
* Small cute head
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