Sometimes… Like a lot of times, to be honest… i’m scared of the questions my kids would ask.
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Kids kan.. They ask the darndest questions.
They have the superpower ability to throw me off my brainwaves with such simple questions. Things i should already know anyway, but still able to make me stutter and get brain fog afterwards.
My son would suddenly ask me, after school or while talking about our lovely days;
“Ummi, what’s your third favourite number?”
- i mean, i don’t even have a favourite number, let alone a third one… So i go on thinking ‘what is my fave num? And then second? And then third?’
“Ummi, what’s your favourite shape?”
- of course, i will answer whatever shape that is on top of my head. Triangle.
“Why do you like triangle?”
- easy. Because it has 3 sides.
“Oh.”
- is… is that disappointment in his voice?
“My favourite is something-something-on”
- what in the world is that… even when i was doing engineering i’ve never heard of that shape.
My daughter pulak, she will retaliate things i tell her to do;
- like she has kelas ganti mengaji today.
“Why?”
- because you missed last week’s class
“When was that?”
- i said last week
“But it wasn’t even my fault”
- in her defense, it wasn’t her fault that she missed her class. Her ustazah had something up. But she knows that and she still ask me. Still. I have to answer her. You still have to ganti anyway. Kelas dah bayar.
Her questions can really rile me up, while my son’s can make me grit my teeth (it mostly has to do with his timing, not so much of his questions).
I’m not complaining though. It gives me some kind of brain exercise which i otherwise won’t have since i’m always just on autopilot.
It’s funny though when i see it outside of the present. During the whole brain fencing sessions, of course i stress kan, but i always look back and am grateful my kids ni banyak akal.
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