Pangzi was so used to staying home that when I suggested visiting Dover Street after the lockdown was lifted, he fought against it.
“Where do you want to make me go?” he asked suspiciously.
“Dover,” I said, careful to give anything away. Shopping was top of my list, not his.
“Dover where? Is there a playground?”
“Dover Street. No playground but there are art pieces known as mannequins.”
“Dover Street? Is that a town near Dover MRT?”
“There’s actually no Dover Street in Singapore. I’m taking you to Dover Street Market.”
“We’re going to a wet market?!!”
“No, no, no. Dover Street is a mall at Dempsey Road.”
“Dover Street is the name of the shop. Dempsey Road is the name of the location.”
“I thought Dempsey Road is an eating place?”
“You’re right, except it also has a shopping mall.”
“Daddy, you’re confusing me. You want me to go with you to a street not found in Singapore with a market that sells clothes at a place that sells food?”
“You know what? I’ll ignore you and play on my phone if you force me,” Pangzi said defiantly.
“But I thought you like mannequins,” I tried.
“Look! Dover Street has all these special labels you can’t find anywhere else… a design haven!”
“Look! This place is more like an art museum than a mall. So artfully done up.
“Look! You can take your Instagram selfies here when the shop assistants are not looking.”
“Oh, just another mannequin,” I said. So easy to trick him.
“Daddy, I’m tired. Can we just go?”
“No, it’s so hot outside. The aircon here is perfect,” I said. “And I’m not done shopping.”
For the rest of the day, Pangzi only said one word to me.
We were here: