Rockstar: (Checking out the weather forecast from the HK Observatory App on my phone) Mum! Typhoon 8! It may even go up to Typhoon 10!
Me: Even if it drops to a T3 you won’t be going to camp tomorrow.
Rockstar: Then what are you going to do to entertain me?
Kinda lucky I’d recently stocked up on McQueen stuff for when my mum left, because the last time Rockstar had wept quietly. It was pretty heartbreaking because he doesn’t cry very often, and he didn’t even say anything til I saw him and asked, whereupon he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said, “I’m just sad Grandmum’s gone. I miss her.” So this time I kept reminding him when the grandparents would be leaving, because they had their own lives to go back to. The McQueen stuff was to “illustrate” how he “had (his) own life to get back to as well.”
The storm reached T9 last night – Kindergartens are closed from a T3 and up; offices, the stock market etc from T8 onwards. Rockstar was bouncing off the walls from being kept indoors and away from summer camp to boot – in between his piling all the pillows and blankets up and trying to make home videos of himself hurling into them, and of course McQueen races, I did try to talk to him about the weather. Namely how wind, thunderstorms and lighting come about. He’s taking an empty ziplock bag for his Show n Tell – and telling everyone he has wind in it.
I shall NOT elaborate on the fart jokes his father then tried to squeeze in. Hope those don’t make it to school as well… Maybe I can also convince him to take his Lego weather satellite along…