Last night, or rather this morning, I had a strange dream. Yet I woke up feeling good.

I brought my young son to toys r us to shop for his birthday present. I know I know, no surprise, what a lousy father. So anyway my mum came along and started nagging at me and him over something. I started quarelling with her and telling her off for doing this shit all the time in front of my son. I said this(which some of you might find jerk-y), "I told you to not be like that in front of him! I'm not going to let him be brought up by you if you continue to be this way! I want him to be brought up my way, not your way!" Anyway, I was referring to her being negative and naggy around my kid all the time.

My son is at the age where kids just learn how to mumble their first few words. I carried him to queue up at the cashier. Then he started crying real badly. He kept wanting to go to his grandma and I was carrying him with one hand only so I let him down and he ran off to grandma. This is what he said while crying hysterically, "Sorry mummy! sorry mummy! huuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.." WTF! he called my mum "mummy".. I have to teach my kids their granny's proper name, properly next time..

And so I ran up to him feeling sad and said, "sorry sorry, I'm really sorry. Don't cry.."

Then he started hugging me and saying, "sorry daddy! huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrr.. "

Oh, he has a nice baby tummy. How cute man. Oh I learnt one thing - It's very hard to decide whether to tell your kid upfront if you have a budget for his birthday present, or wait till he starts choosing the really expensive one and then having to tell him it's too expensive. Either way you still feel really shitty for not being a richer daddy.