Following the potentially bad chicken that turned out not to be bad chicken…
Sulaiman: MAMA!
Me: What? Do you want to poo-poo?
Sulaiman: Nope.
Me: Does your tummy hurt?
Sulaiman: Nope.
Me: What’s that smell..?
Sulaiman: (grinning) I don’t know.
Me: You farted didn’t you.
Sulaiman: Yah!
Sulaiman: Mama my Hot Wheels is broken.
Me: Oh no… Ask Ayah to fix it. I don’t know how to fix that.
Sulaiman runs off to Mr Ninja’s Man-Cave. Inaudible conversation. Sulaiman runs back.
Sulaiman: Ayah don’t want to talk to me.
Me: Why?
Sulaiman: Ayah don’t want to be my friend.
Me: What happened?
Sulaiman: Ayah is sleeping.
Picking the kids up from school and I notice Sulaiman is wearing the same shorts he wore this morning, rather than the extra pair I packed in his bag that he would normally change into after his afternoon bath. This can only mean one thing…
Me: Sulaiman… Did you shishi in your shorts?
Sulaiman: No I poo-poo in my shorts!
I stand corrected. It can actually mean two things.
Sulaiman: I want Mama to play with me…
Me: I just want to lie down and rest for awhile.
Sulaiman: You’re not sick.
Me: How do you know? Maybe I am.
Sulaiman: No. You’re not sick. You’re a banana.
Me: I’m a banana?!
Sulaiman: Yes. You’re a banana. But I am a banana doctor. And I say you’re not sick.
Me: Banana doctor?!
Sulaiman: Yes. I am a banana doctor. For large banana.
Me: You’re so funny Sulaiman.
Sulaiman: Play with me you large banana!
Me: How do you spell “banana”?
Sulaiman: B-A-B-A-N-A-N-A… Ba-Na-Na-Na!