Me: "Gibran belajar apa kat skolah tadi, Ban?"
Gibran: "Kenapa parking ticket ni tak boleh lipat...?" (ahh.. he's very good at changing the subject by bringing up an entirely different topic)
Me: "Kalau lipat nanti we cannot masukkan dia into the parking machine. Then we cannot go home."
Gibran: "Kenapa machine tu taknak ticket ni..?"
Me: "Sebab ada magnetic strip tu.. bila lipat dia tak boleh read the strip correctly."
Gibran: "Kenapa.."
Me: (Jumping in quickly before he could ask another question!) "Alahhh Gibran.. cerita la kat Mummy what you learned in school today."
Gibran: "Ini rumah Adida tau!" (pointing to OneWorld Hotel and claiming that his imaginary friend stays there)
Me: "Ye, ye, Mummy tau. So tadi teacher ajar apa kat sekolah tadi?"
Gibran: "A, B, C.. Belajar ABC, Mummy."
Me: "Ohh okay. What letter did you learn today? A ke... B ke... M ke... Z ke..."
Gibran: "A, B, C lah Mummy.... Mummy, Ban nak gi beach."
Me: "Yes we'll go there really soon for a holiday. So did you learn any Mandarin today? Teacher said you know the colours in Mandarin. Ajar la Mummy.... boleh tak?"
Gibran: "Kenapa kita ikut jalan ni, Mummy?"
Me: "Because this is the road to go home, Ban. So what do you call 'red' in Mandarin, Ban?"
Gibran: "Pong pengggggg pong penggggggggggggggggg!"
Me: "Come on Ban, I don't think that's Mandarin!"
Gibran: "Pengggggggggg ponggggggggggg pengggg ponggggggg!!!!"....
And on and on he went and refused to stop all the way home.
Urghhh.

The normal routine of burying his head under the pillow every morning when I wake him up for school.





