And I quote:
HF, Iman and I are en route to Abu Dhabi for an appointment with my Orthopedic surgeon. We take the exit ramp for a gas station and…
Iman: I want special full please.
HF and I have a good chuckle.
Me: Ok sweetie, let’s go inside and get you a drink.
We go inside and stand in line at the cafeteria.
Cashier: Yes Ma’am?
Iman, from two feet below the level of the counter: Special full please!
We’re sitting at the dining table having dinner and Khalid suddenly jumps down from his chair, rushes to the front door, opens it and sticks his head outside…
Khalid: Oh, iss dark! I need an umbrella!
Banging urgently on the bathroom door, which I am on the other side of:
Iman: Momma! Momma!
Me: Yes Iman?
Iman: Have you seen my toes?
Me: I think they’re at the end of your feet.
Iman. Oh. -pause- Ok!
Khalid is reading a book of old nursery rhymes, and comes across The Lion and The Unicorn:
Khalid: Oh, the lion is ow! The lion is hurt! The lion is go to the doctor!
Me: The doctor for animals is called the vet. The lion needs to go to the vet.
Khalid: No, the lion is go to the pharmacy.
Iman is feeding grass to a cow at the Bahiya Kids Park & Zoo, and gets slightly nibbled in the process.
Iman: Ow! Bad cow! Time out! No biting!
A car cuts in front of us as we’re driving on the highway, and HF honks the horn:
Khalid: Bad car!
Iman: Time out!
As usual, Khalid gets to go into the Ikea play area, and Iman stands beneath the 95 cm mark on the wall, aspiring one day to reach it.
Attendant: I’m sorry, but you’re too small.
Me: I’m sorry Iman, InshaAllah when you’re a little bit bigger you can go inside too.
Iman raises her hands.
Iman: Oh Allah, please make Iman bigger. Ameen.
Khalid wanders through my peripheral vision with something in his hands:
Khalid: Oh, iss hungry!
I’m working on my computer and take little notice.
Khalid: Oh, it’s eating!
Still no blips on the momma-radar.
Khalid: Eating curtains! Scissors is hungry! Om om om!
And suddenly he has my full attention