Reader Submission by: Miko Abdullah
I was lazing on the sofa wondering what the time was.
Me: Asha, what time is it?
Asha: It’s time to wake up.
She left me laying there, thinking about what I’m doing with my life. Asha is 5 years old.
Author: The Ninja
The Ninja is a working mother of two. You can read about her journey as an aspiring housewife at www.NinjaHousewife.com or at her website about kinda being professional and stuff at www.LailaZain.com
My 6-Year Old Doctor
I’ve been suffering from strep throat and haven’t been able to speak for the past three days. We went to the doctor this morning and by my second antibiotic this evening I was able to speak.
Me: Ayub look! I can talk!
Ayub: Oh yeah! That’s good Mama. Wait… I want to see your tongue.
I stick out my tongue
Ayub: (nodding) Uh-huh, uh-huh. Now open your mouth.
I open my mouth
Ayub: Hmmm… It’s better Mama. You take your ubat (medicine)?
Me: Yes.
Ayub: Ok. Doctor says Mama have to eat all the ubat. And drink lots of water. Ok, Mama?
Me: Ok Ayub 🙂
When Siblings Are Night And Day
Ayub is completely focused on his Hot Wheels racing track. Sulaiman picks up his own track and starts wielding it like a weapon.
Sulaiman: Haiyah! Haiyah! I’m a ninja!
Ayub: No.
Sulaiman: Haiyah! Haiyah! Ninjaaaaaaaa!
Ayub: No.
Mr Ninja: Come, let’s go out and eat.
Sulaiman: We go out and eat?
Mr Ninja: Yup. Wear your long pants.
Sulaiman: Ok!
Ayub: I don’t want.
(Sulaiman changes out of his shorts into his long pants)
Sulaiman: Oh-my-word! Look at Sulaiman. I’m so cute!
Ayub: No.
How To Win Any Argument
Ayub: I don’t want chicken.
Me: Eat your chicken, it’s yummy.
Ayub: No, it’s not yummy.
Me: It’s good for you. Eat your chicken, then you’ll be big and strong like Ayah.
Ayub: Ayah is a man.
Me: Yup. If you eat your chicken you’ll be a big, strong man like Ayah.
(Ayub pokes at his chicken and starts eating a few pieces)
Ayub: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Ayub: I don’t want to be a man. I want to be a boy. I don’t want to eat chicken. Chicken make Ayub a man. Ayub is a boy.
Me: Ok. But if you eat your chicken, you’ll be a strong, tall boy. Don’t you want to be a strong, tall boy?
(Ayub goes back to poking his chicken and eating a few more pieces)
Ayub: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Ayub: Ayub don’t want to be strong, tall boy. Ayub want to be Ayub.
Me: But…
Ayub: No. Ayub is Ayub.
(And that’s final apparently!)
How To Tell If Your Kid Is Sick Or Not
Ayub, Sulaiman and I have been diagnosed with hand-foot-and-mouth disease. Nothing serious (sore throat, fever, ulcers, rashes) but we’re highly contagious so aren’t allowed out of the house.
Me: Ayub, it’s time for bed…
Ayub: Noooo… I don’t want to sleep.
Me: It’s ok. You can play again tomorrow… Because you’re not going to school.
Ayub: Oh yeah! Ayub is sick! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
And he runs to his bedroom, jumps on his bed and lies down.