Easter Sunday


La Serpiente had a 39 degree fever last night, and spent all of today zonked out on the sofa. That meant she missed out on her first Easter egg hunt; Destroyer went out and found an egg stuffed full of sugary treats, and spent the next two hours demanding more chocolate eggs from me ("egg! egg!") until I took her home and she passed out in chocolate-induced bliss.
With the kids both asleep, I went about organising their visas for Australia, only to find that Destroyer’s full name is so long that it prevents me submitting the application online. Hoist on my own petard and all that.

When the kids both woke up, interrupting my urgent reading of Caliban’s War, La Serpiente was still too feverish to contemplate doing anything fun, so we sat her on the sofa and fed her children’s TV for three hours. I was getting cabin fever after staying indoors that long (or possibly the rush and crash that accompanied all those chocolate eggs was getting to me) so I took Destroyer for a walk around the block.

My wife busied herself painting Hello Kitty on La Serpiente’s face, while I found myself at an impromptu birthday party with water pistols. Destroyer likes water pistols although she thinks they’re some kind of trigger-operated fountain; she kept shirting herself in the face, but was quite happy about that. The closest Singapore gets to urchins spent their time squirting her stroller, and then chased me when I took Destroyer home. Well, I say "chased". I walked slowly home with Destroyer on my shoulders, while vaguely feral four year old boys (is there any other sort) shot me in the back. Lucky for them you’re not allowed to yell about the Geneva Convention while kicking them up the arse.

I got home to find my wife had painted Hello Kitty on her own face, like a Sanrio cultist, but I can’t complain because she did make me dinner. No enormous chocolate egg for me today, but there’s always next year.


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