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Thad changed himself and put on his own shoes this morning. We walked to school the usual way, and passed the usual sights. Uncle Mario's cafe, the driveways where he slows down and looks right and left, the travel agent that's closing down. Then we got to the 2 beautifully decorated 2-storey townhouses side by side. The deep blue house emblazoned with the "Under New Management" sign, with incense sticks littering the front mini-garden, and the maroon house, well-hung with decorative lights and a Neon light message to horny men that fulfilment is available 24 hours at minimal cost (possibly less than health costs in Singapore). The brothels that perenially smell of bath soap.

Thad: "What's those houses?"
Mel: "Em..."
T: "It's for adults right?"
M: "Em..."
T: "What do the adults do in there?"
M: "Em..."
T: "Do they play?"
M: "Well, yes..."
T: "What do they play?"
M: "Well..."
T: "Games?"
M: "Yep. Adult games." Cough cough.
T: "Can children go in?"
M: "No!"
T: "When a kid becomes a grown-up?"
M: "Well... Hey, Thad, do you prefer the strawberry tic tacs or the passionfruit mint tic tacs?"

I came home at 9 PM after feeling totally incompetent and in everyone's way at the delivery ward. Thad was asleep by the time I got back and I won't see him tomorrow morning cause I'm going in at 7 AM.