Heritage Boy

My hometown in Malaysia is very well-known for ONE dish - bah kut teh. So when I brought Matt home some time back, I had to do the customary induction to the dish. He walloped it. Truly mama's boy! :)

Yesterday, we introduced him to another important food heritage of his. Hainanese chicken rice. My little Hainanese boy walloped it, too!

Okay. So I am exaggerating. He just ATE them normally.

But given his lack of adventure with food, opening his mouth for a few spoonfuls means eating, and eating a lot of it means walloping. In both instances, he whacked a whole bowl of rice and shredded meat.

The chicken rice has a story that we will tell to embarass Matt when he is older. We ate at Wee Nam Kee at Novena. We chose to sit outside near the bus stop so he can see his favourite buses, as a form of distraction.

BIG MISTAKE.

He didn't protest that much to the chicken rice. But he protested badly that he cannot BE at the bus stop to board the bus. Towards the end of the lunch, after hubs was done with his, he had to carry Matt to and fro between the bus stop and me in a bid to stop the boy from struggling. It also helped Matt ate better because he knows that after he takes 2 mouthfuls, he gets to go to the bus stop.

Poor hubs. No bus stop next time, he said wearily at the end.

I couldn't agree more.

But we were both elated, nonetheless. Another sort-of-successful eat-outside episode.