From The Mouth Of Babes

Sean had taken Andrew and his Maxi Micro scooter to the nearby Punggol Waterway, a nice place for jogging and cycling.

As one lady ran towards them, Andrew pointed at her and asked loudly, "Why some people take off their clothes?" She was wearing a sports bra and shorts.

I guess it's really not very different from the situation in Hans Christian Andersen's "The Emperor's New Clothes," except it's now called 'fashion.'

Dirty Things

From his car seat, Andrew annouced, "I'm eating dirty things, Mummy!"

I looked around at him, trying to see any potential source of "dirty things," but everything seemed fine. So I asked, "Where?"

"In my mouth."

"Where did you get it from?!"

"My nose."

Sugar Bread

When we went to the supermarket today, we discovered that the cheerful little confectionery on the side had been torn down. Andrew used to get a sweet butter bun there on our weekly grocery trips. Now, it was a desolation strewn with wreckage, puddles soaking the floor.

He looked on the scene quietly. Then he said, "No more sugar bread for me."

We packed the groceries into the boot and drove home. On the way back in the car, he suddenly said, "My sugar bread is lost. I feel very sad. I am going to cry."