In Conversation with San

It was one of those days when I was whining about a white strand that I picked up while combing my hair.

Me: Mummy's hair is white! Boohoo!
San: Hair white, Mommy?
Me: Yes!
San: And teeth black, Mommy?
Me: No, San! I brushed my teeth.
San: Hair color, Mommy?
Me: Well...

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When she came back from school yesterday, I asked her the usual questions, like what she did in school, what she ate, etc.

Me: What did you have for lunch today?
San: Chips!
Me: What did Ava have?
San: Strawberries!
Me: What did Miss Vera have?
San: Bread!
Me: What did Ahaana have?
San: Chicken!
Me: Chicken? How do you know it was chicken?
San: *Blank expression*
Me: Did she tell you it was chicken?
San: Yes.

Since we're vegetarians, I had a million thoughts in mind. How did she know it was chicken? Did she ask? How would she ask? Could Ahaana reply? Maybe! Did she taste it? Uh oh! Stupid thoughts. Smart kids.

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San's latest favorite: The tea-set that we bought her this week, hoping that she'd stop using the kitchenware to cook her imaginary meals.