Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

“There’s my little Joshie!” Nadine cooed.
“He’s not that little. Don’t you think he has an enormous coo-coo for his age? My boys
were never that big,” Daisy whispered to Lorena.
“Isn’t the father Arab? Arab men are supposed to be hung like camels,” Lorena
whispered back.
“The father’s not Arab. He’s a Syrian Jew. And we shouldn’t be talking about such
things at Bible study!” Carol glared at the women distastefully.
“Aiyah, what’s the big deal? The Bible is filled with penises! There are so many
scriptures about circumcising your boys and all that nonsense!” Daisy said.
“You know, in Australia we don’t customarily circumcise boys anymore,” Jackie
interjected. “It’s seen as an outdated practice, and a human rights issue. Boys should be
given the right to make a decision about their own foreskins.”
Rachel had been enjoying her lunch immensely, but all this foreskin talk was suddenly
making the glistening bits of chicken skin on her dish look particularly unappetizing.
After the ladies had taken turns passing around the iPad and oohing and aahing over the
chubby little toddler, Nadine ended the call as the maids brought in trays filled with
sinfully delicious nyonya kueys.
Daisy spoke up as she ate a piece of kuey dadar. *3 “That grandson of yours is just
tooooo cute! I look at him and I want to pinch those fat cheeks!”
“Next to Beyoncé and Rihanna, he is the greatest joy of my life,” Nadine said.
Rachel glanced at Nadine curiously, wondering if she had heard her correctly.
“Really, Nadine, you should be in London enjoying your grandson. He’s at the most
adorable age right now!” Carol suggested.
“I loved my grandkids when they were at that age. After they were potty trained, but
before they started getting potty mouths!” Daisy laughed.
“How about you, Rachel? When are you going to make Eleanor a proud grandmother?”
Lorena asked point-blank.
Rachel saw that all eyes in the room were suddenly glued on her. “Nick and I do hope to
have children someday.”
Lorena cocked her head. “And when might that someday be?”
Rachel noticed that Eleanor was staring at her intently but staying absolutely silent, so
she chose her words carefully. “Well, the last few years have been…so eventful…we’re just
waiting for the right time.”
“Trust me, there’s never going to be a right time. You just have to do it! I had three sons
in three consecutive years. Got them out of the way in one go, lah!” Daisy said breezily.
“It’s a lot more challenging to have kids these days than during your time, Auntie Daisy.
Especially raising children in New York, you really have to—”
“So have your baby in Singapore. You can have your pick of nannies here—Filipino,
Indonesian, Sri Lankan—or even splurge on an eastern European,” Lorena chimed in.
“And all of us will gladly help to babysit!” Nadine volunteered.