Gita promised to finish her sewing, a bag that she wants to give to Nan as her birthday present. So, my living room was pretty messy with threats, felts, and papers.
Gita : Can I play my blocks, Bu?
Me : Gita! What did I tell you about finishing things you have already started?!!!!!
Gita : Oh. Ok.
Gita : Bu, can I have an apple?
Me : Maybe you should start to decide things, Gita – and stop keep asking my permission.
(Then I saw Gita nibbling a piece of Tim Tam, preparing to paint)
Me : GITA!!!!!
Gita : But you told me to start making decision?