Since the beginning of this month, Peanut has been attending 5 half-day playschool instead of 3. I enjoy sending him to school each morning as I watch the parade of parents with their mini-me's - it's like travelling back in time to see the child version of the adult.
One morning, Peanut brought a hard boiled egg for his breakfast and here is the exchange with his teacher:
Teacher: Where did the egg come from?
Child pointed to his lunch box: "Here."
Teacher: Who gave you the egg?
Child enthusiastically replied: Auntie Wati
(Teacher raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. Child's mother explained that Wati is the dosmestic helper.)
Teacher, still hopeful to elicit the answer she's looking for: Which animal gives you the egg?
Child was silent. (Child's mother trying hard to resist laughing)
