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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Urgh, men.

At a restaurant for dinner, waiter gives the boys colored pencils to doodle on their paper placemats. 

Ayub: I want to draw Mama!

(doodling with pencil and paper)

Ayub: Mama got a big head… And big eyes…

Sulaiman: And big boobs!

Ayub: And BIG SMILE!

Sulaiman: And BIG BOOBS! (pointing at my chest) Ayub don’t forget the boobs like circle circle.

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The Time I Gave Birth to a Briton

Just want to add that I feel really irritated that kindergarten teachers feel the need to point out the children’s ethnicities/races. Is that really an essential part of the educational syllabus? Makes me sad. But Ayub makes me laugh. 

 

Sulaiman: I’m Melayu.

Me: Is that what your teacher told you?

Sulaiman: Yeah. I’m Melayu.

Me: Well, actually you’re Melayu and Cina. You’re mixed. Malay and Chinese, ok?

Sulaiman: What about Mama?

Me: Mama is mixed Malay and Chinese too. But it’s not important because we’re all Malaysians.

Ayub: No I’m not, I’m English.

 

 

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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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