Sulaiman: Hey! What’s that?
Me: It’s a bra.
Sulaiman: Braaaa.
Me: …
Sulaiman: Mama, why you want braaaa?
Me: I have to wear it to support my boobs.
Sulaiman: Boooooobs.
Me: …
Sulaiman: Mama, what is boooobs?
Me: They make milk for babies like you.
Sulaiman: What?!
Me: When you were a baby you drank milk from my boobs. Milk came out of my boobs. And you drank it.
Sulaiman: NO WAY!
Me: It’s true.
Sulaiman: No way I no drink boooooobs! Ewwwww!
Sulaiman: Mama, your bumbum is so big!
Me: No, your bumbum is big.
Sulaiman: Nooooo… Sulaiman bumbum is small, Ayub bumbum is medium and Mama bumbum is LARGE!
Me: What about Ayah?
Sulaiman: Ayah got no bumbum. Ayah got pepet only.
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.
Sulaiman: Mama, I don’t want vediballs!
Me: What’s that?
Sulaiman: I said, no vediballs ok? I don’t want. Mama do.
Me: Mama do what? What are vediballs?
Sulaiman: No. No vediballs.
Me: Ok. Whatever.
Sulaiman: I want rice and chicken and egg and crispy ONLY. No vediballs.
At kindergarten, the kids who do well or get answers correct or whatever get little pictures drawn on their hands as a reward. Sulaiman regularly comes home with stars, flowers and smiley faces on his hand.
Me: Ooooh… What’s that on your hand?
Sulaiman: A star! And a banana!
Me: Haha. I think that’s supposed to be a moon.
Sulaiman: What?! A banana moon?!
Me: It looks like a banana, but it’s called a crescent moon.
Sulaiman: Cressy moon?! Cressy moon?! No, it’s a banana.
