"Mami, what is this? Can I have some?" He pointed to my mug of teh tarik. Before I could reply, he gulped it down.
"Mami, I want that cookie."
"But you are eating cereal at this moment!" I protested.
"Well, it's not cookie."
"When I celebrate my birthday, I want a big cake, then lots of crispy chicken, burgers, pizzas, yoghurt..."
"Can I have one more chocolate bar, Mami? No, not that one." He pointed to another bar, the more expensive one. "That one!"
"What is Chika eating, Mami? Can I eat her biscuit? It looks tasty."
PS: Thank you, Auntie Vani, for the clothes!