Anyhow, we celebrated with dinner at Spizza Harbourfront and the lovely waiters made our visit a delightful one. Dear hubby babysat while we girls talked over scrumptious thin pizzas and I could not resist, a tiramisu (highly recommended at Spizza).
Jack, curious about the tiramisu tipped it over and we all watched in dismay as it smashed to pieces. The wait staff were very kind and helped clean it up without any blame in their faces. I reminded Jack that glass is fragile and if he pushes it and it falls, it will break. I reassured him that everything is okay. No one was hurt. No one was upset. But since the glass belonged to the nice waiter cleaning it up right now and he broke it accidentally, he should say he was sorry.
Jack stared at the broken glass for a long time, looking rather remorseful. He knows when things are broken. He points them out to me all the time. A missing headlight on his car, a crack on his car, sticky tape pasted on his car as repair. So he knows when a glass in pieces means it is broken. I said very gently, say sorry to the waiter.
He looked at the waiter and the manager who both wore a kind look on their faces as they cleaned the mess. And softly came out the word, "sorry", but both of them were not looking at him at the moment, nor heard him. The girls heard and we heard. I repeated gently, look at uncle and say "sorry".
He bravely looked up at the manager, who now took over the final wipes of the table, and the manager looked at him, and he said a peep louder but still soft with remorse, "sorry". The manager smiled at him and said, "it's okay". I added an apology and then gave Jack a big hug and kiss and told him, "I am so proud of you." He beamed like the sun.
After we got up to leave, I asked him to kiss every one of his aunties and he did! Everyone enjoyed their very own kiss with sound effect (muak) and his dad and I hugged him and kissed him and we went home after a lovely day.
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