Three and a third.

Some really fresh vegetables at the market today eh? The snail was oblivious to my screeching and went about its own business.

And we had taro tea to celebrate today. :) One of the things that I love about zy (and what frustrates me the most too, go figure) is that he doesn't give a dime about how he looks. He completely doesn't care about what's fashionable. Rolled up pant cuffs - "too restrictive for sitting down". Buttoned up polo tees - "itchy on the neck". Clothes in general - "too expensive; why buy them when you can get them free?"

He thinks it's perfectly reasonable to head out of the house wearing ah-pek white singlets, shorts and slippers because it's comfy and practical. And we're talking about an outft to... well, anywhere. So I'm mighty glad that he wears the stuff I buy him and that he listens when I say that the oversized poo-coloured mangy tee shirt with the hawaiian floral print is restricted to inside the home.

I once asked him why and he answered without hesitation: because you like it this way.

But I secretly admire his I-don't-care-what-you-people-think-of-me attitude. ♥