They Hear Everything

Friday, June 15, 2007

Once in a while, I have cooking accidents in the form of stray splattering boiling oil, bare skin coming into contact with hot utensils or even the odd knick or two with the chef's knife. And once in a while during those occasions, I let out an "Ow! Oh! Shit! F***!"

I'm always alone in the kitchen with my son playing in the living room so I don't think he hears me.

Or does he?

During one of his favourite game of chef or masak masak (Malay for cooking), he pretends to prepare a meal in a pot. Suddenly he shouts, "HOT! The pot is HOT!!! Oh! Shit! F***!"

Oh. My. Goodness.


The Dutchess of Cookalot whipped this up at 6:21 pm

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