Lego & waxing

I'm trying to have an adult conversation with my friend over lunch but my one year old who's sitting beside us has begun to squirm and fuss and just as she's beginning to scream, we quickly pay up and leave, so that we can still show our faces again at the cafe. I've already banned myself from a restaurant near my parents' house where she happily threw her rice krispies up in the air like confetti and it fell around her in a nice big circle for the poor employee (who's given me the evil eye) to sweep up. Serve me right for trying to bribe her with cereal when only raisins or chocolate will do. But I digress. So my friend and I were walking around the mall trying to find a place where we could talk but where my daughter could also amuse herself. And we found it in the toy section in Isetan. Thank God for play tables. We sat on the tiny chairs with her as she happily played with Lego and soft toys and talked about the Brazilian. The pros, the cons, the perks, the itchiness, the woman who does it and her modus operandi, the cost - the bloody cost - RM180!!! Are we such sadomasochists that we are willing to actually voluntarily pay someone to inflict such pain?

This is our venue now. Our 'cool' place to hang out. No more hip and happening events. No more late nights gossiping leisurely over dinner. Our table for two is now the hip and happening pink Barney table in the middle of a department store. But it's all good. And all in all it was a nice afternoon, sitting there amidst the Barbies and Elmos, talking like we used to albeit with a little girl running around us who I hope is not absorbing our conversation into her subconscious mind and will not one day ask in a loud voice in public "Mommy, what's a brazilian wax?"