Sulaiman: I want Mama play with Sulaiman.
Me: Go play with Ayub please, Mama has to cook.
Sulaiman: Ayub don’t want to friend me.
Me: Why not?
Sulaiman: Ayub angry with Sulaiman.
Me: What happened?
Sulaiman: I don’t know.
Me: Ayuuuub! Why are you angry with Sulaiman?
Ayub: Because he don’t want to be a zombie!
Me: Then you be the zombie!
Ayub: Nooooooo! Ayub kill the zombie with my weapon guns and throw bombs ONLY!
Sulaiman: Mama! I color on the wall so many beautiful color!
Ayub: Mama! I poke Sulaiman eye with the pencil but I already say sorry!
Me: What are you eating?
Sulaiman: I don’t know. I found it on the floor.
Sulaiman: Mama! I poo poo in the bathtub!
Ayub: Mama! I poo poo in my shorts!
Ayub: Mama! Sulaiman spill all the Milo! On the table… And the floor… And the computer…
Sulaiman: Mama! I broke the computer!
Ayub: Mama! Sulaiman broke Mama phone!
Me: Why is Sulaiman crying?
Ayub: Because I punch his face.
Sulaiman: Mama, I write “Sulaiman”!
Me: I want to write my name too.
Ayub: Yeah, Mama write Mama.
Sulaiman: M-A-M-A, Mama!
Ayub: Mama, what you do?! What is that?!
Me: That’s my name!
Sulaiman: Laila! Mama write Laila!
Me: Yeah!
Ayub: NOOOOOOO!! Cannot write like that. Write MAMA, Mama. Not Laila, I don’t want Laila. Only Mama.
Sulaiman: Mama’s name is Laila.
Me: Yeah, my name is…
Ayub: MAMA! Mama name is MAMA! Cannot Laila. Only MAMA.
Me: Okaaaay…
Ayub: Cross out Laila! I don’t want it. Cross it Mama. You are Mama.
Me: Ayub… stop touching yourself.
Ayub: No… I can’t… it’s stuck!
Me: It’s stuck? Does it hurt?
Ayub: No Mama! It’s just stuck…
Me: Oh. Well unstick it and stop touching.
Ayub: Mamaaaaa… You don’t know. You don’t have one.
Sulaiman: Yah. You don’t have one. Ayub and Sulaiman and Ayah have one!
Me: Okaaaay…
Ayub: Mama, you only have hair.
Sulaiman: Mama I want to play with my numbers puzzle.
Me: Ok
Sulaiman: Mama my numbers puzzle up there so high Sulaiman cannot reach (points to the top shelf)
Me: Ok
Sulaiman: Mama take my numbers puzzle
Me: I don’t want to. I’m a baby… waaaaah..!
Sulaiman: What?! You’re not a baby!
Me: Yes I am. Look I’m crying… waaaaaah…
Sulaiman: Stop it Mama. You are not a baby, you are a mother.
Ayub: Yeah, Mama is the mother. But Sulaiman is SHORT! (laughs hysterically)