It's going to be a year since we all had to go through all this, and some of the time I've been wondering about babies.
They're growing up in times different from us. We were able to go out. They aren't. I highly doubt they've been in a mall. Then again, despite the ban on under-18's to visit malls, I have seen little kids on there, and nobody seems to care, as is standard. But then, people seem to care more about babies than slightly older children.
But then, I have been around babies and toddlers in the past year. I've seen Shalla's nephew and niece, and they seem fine. What apparently is different between them and us is how they associate wearing masks with going out. They did know a world before a pandemic - okay, her nephew does, as he's turning three years old in a week, and he always like it when he leaves the house. Like, whenever I visit, he'd ask me (however babies do it) to carry him outside, and we'd just look at the trees and dogs and streamers, and we'd talk (however babies do it) until he inevitably falls asleep in my arms, in which case I come rushing back home to his mother. "Inaantok na!"
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Shalla's been into Milo lately. A better alternative to coffee, she surmises.
It shouldn't be a problem, as I have been choosing Milo over coffee for as long as I live. There's always a pack of powder in the kitchen cabinets. It's a childhood habit that's hard to shake, even if recent years have seen more exceptions to the rule.
But she's been into the ready-to-drink kind. Easier to get from the fridge, and arguably, tastes better. Yes, I know there's fun in making your own glass and having to contend with the powder rising up to the top despite your every effort to stir. I remember seeing members of the Singaporean and Malaysian diaspora romanticize it online and going, well, that is our thing too! before remembering that I felt it a waste of powder at some point and deciding the best solution is to add a little almost lukewarm water to dissolve the Milo before you add the cold water.
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