Abeg allow me

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Being a wife and a mother is work! Hard work.
Why do babies just cry? As in, I have checked everything possible, and minibim is just wailing.
While minibim is here displaying her own, Chinese eyes is squeezing his eye and twisting. Na only me o!
Wetin do baba minibim?
It all started with the custard.
So, he gets back from work today and eats rice for lunch- dat one is a normal sometin...

C.E can eat rice twenty four hours a day.
Anyhoo, a few hours after dinner time, my hubby has not yet asked for his food. I'm surprised, so , naturally, I enquire...
" C.E, are you not hungry- there is rice o!?"
C.E squeezes face and grunts.
"what's wrong dear?" I am concerned o, as C.E does not joke with food.
Ehn, na u sabi, it runs in d family. Minibim too! She can eeeeeeeeeeaaaat!
So, I ask what's wrong, and he says nothing, but that his tummy was a bit funny, and as such, I should make him something light to eat.
After rummaging through my kitchen, I settle for custard.
"there's custard o" I scream from the kitchen. " will you eat that one?"
" i don't mind" he manages to croak back, " je k'o ki gaan o!" he adds. ( make it thick)
And so, I began to make the custardi o.
At first, the custard was slightly thick, but I remembered that C.E wanted it ki, so i ki'ed it up well well. By the time I had finished the custard, I had to bang the pot on the back so that the custard will fall into the plate. The tin resemble eba.
But, hey, the Mr of the house had requested it so. And Chinese eyes is particular about his food. If i dont obey, he will complain for the rest of the week.
I serve the food gleefully and turn my attention to minibim, who is protesting because i am trying to pack the small hair at the back of her head. Yes o!, sisi ologe is a must if u are bimbylads daughter!
Anyway, a few minutes later, i don't hear custard being swallowed by my husband. I look up from the hair i was doing and lo and behold, my hubby was in the kitchen, doing something behind the fridge .
"se ko si o?" I call out to him. ( hope nothing?)
Silence.
"C.E, what are you doing in the kitchen?" i call again
Silence.
A few seconds pass and he emerges, holding his custard bowl. " the milk has finished o" he says.
" A whole carton of milk? Bawo lo se finish?" ( how did it finish?)
"Inside the custard" he replies dryly, eyeing me.
"why?"
"waya ". He hisses," I ask you to make it ki, and you make me this! If I throw dis tin at your head, it will pieces it" .
"but you asked me to make it that way now?"
"eh, if I did nko? I have emptied one litre of milk inside and its still thick, and now its cold..." he grumbles. I smile at myself then. Men can never be satisfied, can they?
At the same time, I hear him mumbling ..." I can even use the yeye custard as my combat weapon when next I'm playing PS3"... Lol!! Oga o!
But upon further investigation, I discover that its the bowl of unripe tangerines he ate for breakfast that is turning his tummy.
Who eats a whole bowl of unripe tangerines for breakfast??
When I ask him why, he said because he wanted vitamin c!!
Vitamin c ke??
He's frequenting the toilet as we speak.
His face is still squeezed.
Minibim has changed gears in her crying. Didn't I just give her breast?
You people should allow me o...

p.s: thanks for the sea of congratulations I have recieved re minibim, ope ni f'oluwa!