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!
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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:
Iman: SubhanAllah!
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
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