This post is dedicated to my ex-editor at Malay Mail, Madam Sheila Rahman, who just emailed me last night, asking for a story about my boy, Luqman. This morning, en route to his grandmother’s house, we had a little chat. Here’s the conversation in verbatim:
Luqman: Mommy, why is the sky blue?
Mommy: Errr… hmmm…???
Luqman: Tak pe, Mommy nak check dulu kan?
Mommy: Yep. I have to check the the encylopedia or google it. May be I just google, that’s easier. (Insert unsure tone here)
Luqman: Mommy, that’s like Mama Long’s car, right? Yang kena curi tu? (while pointing to a Toyata Rush in front of us).
Mommy: Yep. Oh, you so smart, you remember everything.
Luqman: Yeah. I want to know everything, Mommy. Can I?
Mommy: You want to know everything about what, son?
Luqman: About this universe, about planet, about stars, about moon, about cars… Can I, Mommy?
Mommy: Of course you can, son. You have a whole life in front of you to figure that out.
Luqman: What you mean, Mommy?
And I just smiled away. I may have given birth to him, I may have burnt midnight oils to care for him. But I sure as heaven never taught him to speak like that. I love you, son.
P/S: Luqman is banned from touching the iPod Touch now. If you want to know the reason, you could call my mobile. LOL. Picture above of Luqman and his Papa during a picnic at Antares Magick River.