Pampers' Talk

Earlier today my 3-year-old nephew asked,

“Auntie, why do people die?”

Good Lord. How do you answer that? How do you explain death to a little boy so young, that he is yet to even speak properly. Goodness sake, he still calls my mother Pu Mak, instead of Tok Mak!

Last time I read, kids were still asking questions like “where do babies come from?” What is he, another Old Soul in a new Life?

I was stunned. I couldn’t answer his question, so I bought him Sugus instead.

I change my mind about having kids.

On a lighter note, I’d like to express my gratitude to the thief who pick pocketed my father’s mobile phone in front of Masjid al Haram in Mecca. I have no doubt that you will rot in hell for committing a sin in no other than the Holy City itself, but in buying a replacement phone for himself, Papa got me a new phone too. And this could not have happened had it not been for you. So thank you. And please pray hard for forgiveness.

Excuse me while I go play with my new Sony Ericsson toy, and leave my dearest twin sisters to sulk in envy.