The postcard I sent to Lee that got detoured to my home was the second thing my dad asked me about when I got into the car. The first thing we spoke about was about Toffee. heeh...

When dad began saying that my brother and I could never be crooks and hide things from mum and him, I knew where this was going. I laughed and replied that it was obviously because he brought us up as honest people, that we can't even become a salesman like he was because we're only half-Chinese! He was surprised that I already knew about the postcard, but the atmosphere in the car was light and made things easy for me to tell him about Lee.

Dad said my mum found the card in the mailbox and spoke to him about it. She promptly bugged him to put it in an envelope and mail it to the correct destination. *sheepish grin*

Then what followed was the obvious set of interrogational questions from dad that I answered without haste and we exchanged jokes.

What is he?
He's half kiwi, half white.
Isn't kiwi white?
Not Maori.
So he's cream?

When it came to how I met him and I answered through the Internet, dad said -

Just make sure he isn't a cereal killer.

Heehee... I like how my dad had faith in me. And I'm sure he thinks this might be a result of my mum's endless dedication to prayers. I don't know as yet of my mum's response to the whole thing, as she's already left for Manila for ten days and will be back before Lee arrives (only cos I booked her tickets that way =P).