kalau dah dinamakan budak/kanak-kanak/anak kecil memang macam macam ragam jorang nie especially comes ramadhan. biaserlah i was once a child too...nong nong time ago..*smiles*.

now i am a parent and being one, i need to equip myself with armour and all the wits i can think of when children starts to bombard with their perpetually honest yet brutal questions. outwit.outplay.outlast.

like for instance, i just hung up the phone with my heiress. all the prep, motivational talks, encouragement seems to be hanging on a balance when she said,

heiress - hello ibu. wafa dah tak tahan
ibu - tak tahan aper sayang? (aksyen blur lah gitu)
heiress- wafa tak boleh tahan puasa
ibu - aik, baru half day jer wafa! eh tak boleh lah macam tu, you must control, don't run around so you won't feel tired
heiress - wafa tak boleh tahan air ludah
ibu - ??????? (blur sesaat) what do you mean you cannot tahan air ludah?
heiress - wafa macam tak boleh raser air ludah wafa
ibu - ohhhhh! lidah wafa kering eh? tapi wafa tak boleh minum air tao, nanti dah tak puasa, tak dapat pegi rumah your friends hari raya nanti.
heiress - wafa tahu rumah nurul madiah kat maner, blok 606 tingkat four (dah sidetrack ni anak)
ibu - wafa puasalah okay. look at abang afiq, he is skinny but strong...he can tahan. saper puasa penoh Allah sayang tao. He loves you and will give you a present
heiress - (suara dah upbeat dgr present) Allah kasik pejen aper....boleh nampak tak pejen tu?
ibu - of course you can see. you will feel very happy, jadi budak pandai....ibu and abah love you very much, friends all suker kat wafa tao (macam real jer aku nie...tapi tu semua benda baik kan..mestilah real beb)

i hope she buys it. but my instinct tells me that this little gal will call again and present her usual set of antics. and i got to gear up myself into defensive mode. armour - check. weapon - check. bullets -check. tinggal nak shoot ajer. Thursday, September 13, 2007