Where do eggs come from?

Me: Ayub, do you know where eggs come from?

Ayub: Yeah, from the supermarket!

Me: Haha, no actually they come from chickens!

Ayub: Oh yeah! The chickens carry the eggs in the supermarket Mama?

Me: Yeah, kind of.

Mr Ninja: Ayub, Ayub! Do you know where babies come from?

Ayub: Yeah! Babies come from Mama’s tummy!

Mr Ninja: Noo-

Me: Yes, that is correct. Babies come from Mama’s tummy. Go away Ayah.

Mr Ninja: Hehehe

 

 

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Ayub: the Gun-Toting Dinosaur in a Tourist Disguise

Getting ready to go to their grandparents’ place and Ayub has his schoolbag on his back, Sulaiman’s schoolbag on his front, a water bottle in one hand, and a straw hat on his head.

Me: Hahaha… Ayub, you look like a tourist!

Ayub: What?! A tourist?

Me: Yeah, a cute little tourist.

Ayub: A tourist… Is that like a dinosaur?

Me: No no, a tourist is a person on holiday.

Ayub: Hmm… I think I look like a dinosaur like rawr!

Me: Ok.

Ayub: (thinking for a while) I NEED A GUN!

 

 

 

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Such Confuse, Much Why.

Talking to Ayub after our pasta dinner.

Ayub: Is the baby in the tummy eating now?

Me: Yeah, maybe.

Ayub: Is she eating pasta?

Me: Yeah, the same pasta Mama just ate.

Ayub: Awwww… She likes pasta, like Ayub.

Me: Yeah.

Ayub: What if she chokes Mama? Ohmygod she can choke Mama! What’s going to happen? How? The baby is choking on pasta!

Me: No, she won’t choke. Don’t worry. It’s all liquid, like water… And… she doesn’t drink it in her mouth… it goes to her belly button.

Ayub: …What?! She drink in her belly button?!

Me: Well… yes.

Ayub: Oh my God baby why?!

 

 

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It’s Ayub Only.

Picking up the kids from playschool.

Teacher: Bye Sulaiman! Bye Yub!

Me: Bye!

Ayub: It’s Ayub.

Teacher: Bye!

Ayub: Mamaaaa it’s not Yub, it’s Ayub. Why she say Yub? Who’s Yub? Whyyyy?!

Me: Maybe she thought it sounds cute. Like how sometimes Mama calls Sulaiman “Maman” and I call you “Yubyub.”

Ayub: Nooooo it’s AYUB. AH-YUB. Only. Ayub.

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Ayub Has The Strangest Train of Thought

Me: Ouch!

Ayub: What happened Mama?

Me: I got a cramp.

Ayub: Is it the baby? Did the baby poop?

Me: Wha..?

Ayub: The baby poop in your tummy Mama? Ohmygod the baby poop in your tummy then you poop the baby poop like whaat?!

Me: The baby poops but it’s ok. My body will clean the poop.

Ayub: Ohhh… That’s so weird like how– OH MY GOD MAMA LOOK AT THAT CAT!

 

 

 

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