I read that the famous make-believe playground in Sentosa had permanently shut down, but didn’t count on the readymade substitute in KidsSTOP.
“Never? The place that starts with K is no more, in case you don’t know,” I said.
“No, KidsSTOP is very much alive!”
“KidsSTOP at the Science Centre!” he explained. “All my classmates go there for an identity makeover.”
“An identi-what?” I asked. Where did they learn all these terms.
“Well, you can pretend to be a pirate there at KidsSTOP,” he elaborated.
“A pirate?” I said.
“Yes, a pirate who fries a plane.”
“Who taught you to talk like that?”
“Hmmm, sounds like what you do at the K playground.”
“Yes, you can also become a doctor. Open up bodies. Put things inside. Sew them up.”
“They give you white robes so that you look the part,” Pangzi continued.
“Really? The K playground does that too,” I added.
“Yes, KidsSTOP is another cosplay haven.”
“Do you get a free mask too?”
“Or you can be a sushi chef. Serve raw fish. Give your customers diarrhoea.”
“Or become a construction worker. Build houses. Build roads. Build MRT. Make so much noise, wake up everyone early Sunday morning.”
“Super cool, right? The K playground won’t be missed. You can terrorise the adults here all the same at KidsSTOP,” he reasoned.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” I conceded.
“Being part of the Science Centre, KidsSTOP provides all the learning opportunities too. Not just mindless cosplay,” he said convincingly.
“And I can trap you there all day,” I chipped in.
“So daddy, are you taking me to KidsSTOP?”
“I must say you put up a very strong case… but there’s something I don’t understand.”
“Why are you talking like me? I’m the rascal dad here.”
“Oh, I learn from the best.”
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