Conversation with my 2 year old daughter ‘Raya’

Me: Drink your milk

Raya: No

Me: Drink your milk now…

Raya: Where’s the rabbit?

Me: Raya don’t test my patience, drink. Now.

Raya: The blue colour went to play with the umbrella.

Me: Huh… what?

Raya: The umbrella is with the rabbit.

By this point am too confused to say anything.

Raya smiles broadly and says : Drink your milk, mamma.




5 comments on “Conversation with my 2 year old daughter ‘Raya’

  1. lovely….

  2. awesome feeling n writing. the best one so far you have written…. LUV U BOTH..

  3. not the post but the interior of you room (the shades on the wall) is catchy

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