they have ARRIVED!

At the corner of my eyes, i saw a man at the our gate with his cap down low and armed with a hand held...computer register. I may not know who he is but from his purple & orange logo polo shirt, i certainly can make out the purpose of his visit. *my cold sweat is running down my forehead*

The autogate gently slides open and reveal the 3 cartons (life-sized, mine) stood there like the Mt Everest. And i'm suffocating...at that 'magnitude'. When i next recollect my thoughts, i can sense a chill down my spine....for i know many of superheroes may already perished in our operation 'Desert-Chanel-Storm'. It looks like we hv failed to eradicate the MSSS - aka Mama Shopping Spree Syndicate.

In the living hall, Daddy and i exchanged looks. Those despair in our eyes summarizes our defeat.

Meanwhile, mummy is swinging to the song of victory. Ripping ribbons and opening up boxes and boxes of loots tt were meticulously bubble wrapped and cushioned with styrofoam.

The rest is history....