The fairy tale edition.
The boy and I - as you would have already known - are as different as night and day. Chalk and cheese. Mist and mast.
I love my avocado toast, he wants wanton mee for breakfast. Preferably with extra char siew.
I take my coffee iced, with milk. He drinks his tea steaming hot.
And what we definitely can't agree on despite 4 years of marriage is the room temperature - every night it's like American Ninja Warrior to see who gets to the aircon remote control first.
So last night, when the room was set to an arctic 23 degrees,
Kinda felt like when it snowed on us in Hakone last Nov
Me: "Have you heard of the story of the Little Match Girl? There was once this little girl who died because SHE WAS SO COLD and nobody wanted to buy her matches?"
Him: "Oh yeah??? Then have you heard the story of the Little Match Boy? There was once this little boy who died because IT WAS SO HOT in the desert and nobody wanted to buy his matches and he ended up burning himself to death IN THE HEAT?"