"Mama, Sufi nak tulis. Mana buku Sufi?"

Dear Sufi,

You're almost 2 years and 6 months now. I'm thrilled with your communication progress. We often have good and funny conversations. You understand me well. You understand our instructions well. 

As i was writing this, you came to me and said,

You: Mama, Sufi tak nak main dah.

Mama: Ok. Sufi simpan balik dalam plastik. Then masukkan dalam drawer.

You: Mama, tak boleh masuk plastik. Susah. Mama tolong.

Mama: Ok. Mana stick tajam tadi?

You: Mama, tak jupe. Dah cari dah.

Mama: Cari lagi.

You: Mama, kat bawah tu apa?

Mama: Kat situ tak ada. Situ gelap. Sufi, kat situ la. Atas lantai.

You: Mana?

Mama: Situ...

You: Mana?

Mama: Situ. Situ...Depan Sufi aje...Situuuuu...

You: Mana? Mana???

I stand up and went to the stick pointing at it.

You gave me the adorable smile, showing your white teeth.

You: (giggiling) Apalah mama ni kannn.

This happens quite a bit. Sometimes I was just sitting silently beside you, you went off calling out for me. Papa will roll up his eyes and grin. There are couple of times I was watching tv in the same room, Papa taking his bath, you thought I left you alone. You will start crying.

It's part of growing up I guess :)

Love,

Mama