Ling is right smack in her first month pregnancy blues, what with round the clock bouts of nausea (she’s BTW glad that I can do most of Hannah’s chores including feeding and bathing, except for brushing teeth that I still can’t get a handle of). For dinner this evening, she quipped that she needed extra-spicy food to help mask those inclinations to vomit. So, she asked for Thai food.
As it happens, there’s a delightful little Thai stall situated at a coffee shop near my workplace. We’ve checked out the place before for dine-in lunches and takeout dinners already, and the fare is decent. This time round though, the wife and I had a massive miscommunication about what we both wanted, and she ended up ordering food enough for four adults when it’s just 2 1/4 adults between the three of us, at most.
Half an hour of struggle later and while I was driving back, I wheezed:
“I don’t think I’m going to ever want to touch Thai food again for a month.”
“I feel so bloated I’m going to merlion. Where’s the plastic bag…?”
Upon which Hannah chimed in and declared:
“Dinner was very good. I like it!”