The bonker-ism is hereditary.

It was 9 in the morning, and I was sleeping peacefully.

Phone: *bum-de-ya-da song (ringtone)*

Me: Woke up and answered the phone. *yawn* hellooo?

Dad: *singing some song*

Me: .....bah? (I call my parents mama and abah. go on. laugh.) what the...

Dad: *continues singing*

-I hung up-

Phone: *I love the whole world, and all it's sights and sounds, bum-de-ya-da-bum-de-ya-da*

Me: Picks up phone. In half-dead mode.

Dad: *tolonglah bukak pintu, si anak* Sang to some malay song's tune. Dad changed the lyrics.

Me:...? huh. I wanna sleep. Go away.

-I hung up again-

Phone rings again.

Me: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad??

Dad: Open the door laaa. I sang for so long.

You see, every Saturday morning, daddy goes golfing at 6 a.m, usually returning around noon. He comes home early whenever my bro and I don't have extra activities to bring us to kopitiam for breakfast. He usually forgets the housekey. Usually we sleep until 10. So our kakak always opens the door. But today she was cleaning my parent's bathroom, so she couldn't hear him.

Hahahahhahaha. So kesian daddy.