Ayub: Mama! There are footsteps following me!
Me: What? Those are your footsteps, silly.
Ayub: The footsteps, they’re FOLLOWING ME!
Me: You stepped in a puddle. Your shoes are making footsteps. They are your footsteps.
Ayub: They’re my footsteps?!
Me: Yes.
Ayub: But why are they following me?! I don’t want them to follow me. Go away!
