Adventures in Marche

My Papa rather like Marche but he had no opportunity to eat there since I arrived. Last Saturday, we went to NTUC Finest at Somerset to buy my milk powder and my parents decided to eat at Marche at 313 Somerset.

My parents were certainly impressed by this child-friendly trolley which allows parents to bring their toddlers along when they get their food.


But I much prefer to be at this tree house which is at the play area for kids.

I had so much fun here. Papa said this play area is like a little United Nations with children of different skin colours and nationalities.

I enjoyed the thrill of coming down the fireman's pole.


A little hiccup though. During the initial attempts at the pole, I kind of lost my footing and almost fell out of the window behind the pole. Though Mama was very near and caught me immediately, I lost my guts and only dared to sit on the sill before I reached out to the pole from then on. This is just how cautious a person I am.

Another strange thing that happened was when I climbed the ladder in the tree house.

In my initial attempts, I had no problem transferring myself from ladder to the landing. But somehow, Mama has no idea what happened, I just lost it and I spent some time just going up and down the ladder without transferring myself to the landing.

This behaviour of mine caused some frustration to the girl behind me who was trying to get to the landing. See the girl in black and white stripes 2 pictures above? She was frustrated by me and complained in a controlled volume, "This boy just keep going up and down!". She then realised my Mama was just peering into the window and witnessed her complaining. Though Mama was not too pleased that I was complained, she also knew I was at fault for holding up the traffic and that was when she realised I was not transferring myself to the landing and perhaps I kind of lost the skill.

So Mama went into the tree house and tried to get me to transfer myself. After some time, she got me to play with the fireman's pole instead. Nevertheless, it was great fun for me at this tree house.

Still, my treehouse adventures were at most light and momentary compared to the trouble I almost landed my Papa in. When we first entered the restaurant, each of us were given a card to record what food items we had taken. Papa took me on the trolley and with my card in my hand, we went looking around for food. We came back with a bowl of soup and Papa announced I had lost my card. He tried following the track we had taken but failed to retrieve it. He was about to let it be but Mama was quite insistent on finding the card because it meant Papa has to pay if we could not find the card.

Mama alerted a waitress nearby but the card could not be found even when my parents went around the restaurant looking it. The situation was made a little more grave when the waitress told us that the cost for losing a card is $100. This sent my parents on a more active search for the card. Yes, they left me at the table, in the trolley on my own and went hunting for the missing card in the restaurant.

Finally, the waitress saved the day when she came up to my parents with a card saying that card could be the one we lost. Someone had picked it up and returned it to the cashier and when the cashier scanned the card, there was no record of food item found. Since we lost a card and we had just arrived at the restaurant not too long ago and barely ordered anything, she decided the card was ours and returned it to my parents. They were really relieved that the card was found and Papa need not fork out $100 for something which was not even consumed. Mama was so grateful that she gave a $5 tip to the waitress for helping us find the card. Papa will not allow me to hold the card anymore. What a misadventure! Whew! ;p