The Case of the…

… Missing Drool Cloth.

So my family (Dad, Mom, brother, sisters, Guan and Zayden Asher) and I were having lunch and it was so hot we decided to cool off at the local supermarket.

My dad told us to cool down for another five minutes before heading to the carpark while he went ahead to prepare the vehicle. While he was gone, my sisters were playing with Zayden when I saw that he was drooling a lot down his chin.

So I asked who was holding the drool cloth. My mom said my dad was, but she didn’t sound so sure. So I traced back: When Guan was feeding him earlier, I was holding the cloth, but I passed it to him (Guan, not Zayden) when I went to accompany my sisters to get some bubble tea.

Guan said he passed it to my brother when Zayden needed a diaper change. But Zayden dirtied my brother and he needed to wash up so my brother said he passed the cloth to my sister. My sister said she passed it to my dad.

Mom then went, “See? It’s with Daddy.”

So when we got onto the lorry, I asked my dad where the drool cloth was.

“Cloth?” he pointed to my mom.

“Me?” she asked, surprised.

I told my dad about tracing the cloth from me to him and he said he was the one changing Zayden’s diaper so he passed it to the closest person–my mom–and he said she put it into her bag.

“Oh, yeah…” she finally remembered.

Eh, WTG mom :mrgreen:

Anyway, we are currently on the way to the Science Centre for the Bodyworks exhibition (did I get that right?) Body Worlds exhibition and now my dad is heading the wrong way. WTG dad (if I had a rolling eyes smiley it would go here).


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