Even though he still doesn't look anything like me, he's surely developing a knack of speaking pretty well, a trait that runs right through his Daddy. I am particularly impressed when he speaks different languages appropriately to different kinds of people even though he might not be good at them.
That said, he's also starting to accumulate some really lame jokes, which are too precious not to archive. You might have read some of these through our Facebook updates, but seriously, some are worth reading more than once.
So here it begins, Noah's Book of Jokes Volume 1:
BOSS OF THE BLOCK
Noah slung his pouch and took his briefcase.
"I am going to the office."
"Where is Noah's office?"
Haha. Win liao. Good answer.
"One two three four five sex seven eight nine ten!"
SING A SONG OF *BEEP*
Noah approached Mummy while eating a bun for breakfast.
Noah: Mummy, I wanna sing a song of sex.
Mummy: Huh? What did you just say? Can you say it again?
Noah: I wanna sing a song of sex.
Mummy: Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie....
CUTE YOUR HEAD
Noah pooed after a few days and it was a huge pile.
Me, "Look Noah, your poopoo got mountain top."
Noah, "Noah poopoo got mountain top. So cute."
DON'T SAY WAH
Noah, "Noah don't want Daddy to say wah!"
Me, "Ok, Daddy don't say wah!"
*carefully peeled off his diapers to reveal a lump of poo*
NOAH THE OCTOPUS
Noah was fondling with his 'balls' after the shower right before putting on his diapers.
Noah, "Noah's tentacles."