Venue: In the car, on the way home from in-laws'.
Little D: Mummy, can I have a new daddy?
Shocked and gobsmacked, plus a little furious, I asked: Why are you asking, and who fed you such ideas?
Little D: No one. I just want a new daddy.
Me: We've gone through this. Why do you want one?
Little D: I want a baby. Can I have a new daddy and then a new baby?
Me: Go play with Blue (his blue soft toy) or any other babies you can get hold of. And stop dreaming...
I sure hope the kids will stop bugging me with that same question!
Venue: In the car, towards the clinic.
Abang Z started developing high fever the night before, and although I had given him some paracetamol, the fever had not really subsided. He was groaning and moaning in the morning, pestering me to rush him to the doctor's. So, we went... And this was what went on.
Abang Z: Mummy, can children get cancer?
Me: Yes, Abang... Why, do you think you've got it?
Abang Z: Just asking...
Me: Don't worry Abang, InsyaAllah you'll be fine. I don't think you've got cancer. It's just fever.
Abang Z: Okay.
Dear Lord, please give my children strength and the best of health...