Anyway, we found one in the local supermarket and my dad insisted on paying for it. It cost him RM50, a princely sum considering I've never seen him spend RM50 on a shirt for himself. When we tried the whole suit on Connor at home, I'll never forget the look of delight on my parents' faces.
I took a couple of shots this afternoon to send to Dear Hubby who's still stuck in Jakarta and to my in-laws in the UK.
Connor will actually climb onto the sofa and pose when I tell him I want to take a shot. I didn't teach him this so I have no idea how he learnt it.
But he never sits there for long because he can't resist the camera. Especially when I've set it to high-speed clickety-click and he's dying to see what's going on.
He's off the sofa before I can yell out "STOP!" and starts running my way.
The next picture after this is just a blur because he's come too close to the camera. So I have to stop a now over-excited Connor from pressing all the buttons on Daddy's very expensive camera and get him to go back to the sofa to pose again.
Out of the 50-odd shots I took, only about 10+ were in focus and he wasn't having a stupid expression on his face and/or had his bum to the camera.
Daddy adored the shots. So did Connor's grandparents far away in the UK. I thought Connor's would look a little bit more Chinese in the outfit but nooooo, he just looks like the rojak kid he is. He never looks very rojak to me actually. Until I take him home to my parents' and then when he's surrounded by Chinese people, I suddenly realise our son doesn't look at all Chinese. Sometimes I really wonder if he's mine... where did my genes go!
See, Papa... that was RM50 well spent.
Looking forward to the Year of the Tiger... Go, Tigers, go! *roar*