Look, both of them were so engrossed in playing the PS2, actually Jo's remote control was no function one. Hubby just let him to hold it and pretended they were doing the racing together. Of course Jo still thought that he's actually playing it as i could see his exciting look and his mouth never stopped to shout out the excitement. I always like to see this scene, don't you feel the harmony between the bonding of father and son? Yesterday night was raining, so we were back home earlier from the field, actually i was not that happy the moment the rain started to pour as hubby don't want to go back home and wanted continue his playing. Jo and me waiting for him at the club but Jo was out of my control, he ran everywhere and i was so clumsy to chase him down. And, he hurt himself while playing with a lady. I was so angry as the lady (hubby's staff) snatched Jo's ball and ran outside, of course Jo would chase her and those rock steps just cut Jo's legs into few scratches. I could see the blood as well...i told hubby but he said "nevermind la, let him learn", alamak...learn what, learn the pain?