Hello, hi :D Welcome back to blogger, teacher Vee. Hiks.
Few days ago, I asked a little boy in the kindy about his religion. I asked if he goes to church or temple; in other words, Christian or Buddhist but then he answered me 'No, I don't use pampers' instead. Remember that? Haha. Something to cherish.
Today, he came over to kindy with a bruise on his forehead, right on his right eyebrow so as a caring *ehem* teacher (or mother to be exact), I asked what happened before applying a cream specially for bruises like that.
ME: NT, what happened to your forehead?
NT: My forehead?
ME: Yes. What happened?
NT: My head fell down....
ME: What? Haha. Your head fell down?
NT: Yes.. I was running then my head fell down.. *innocent face*
ME: Hahaha okay, let's put some medicine. *laughs all the way to the kitchen*
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Can you imagine his head rolling on the floor?? Kahahaha.. Omo. Kids and their understanding.. Is so cute. Lols! Gotta remember this :D And it actually reminds me of my own 'accident' when I was about 5 years old (his age). I was running around a huge building then hit my head on the square pillar. It bled and I had 3 stitches. The scar is still there, up to this day.. xD
When I see them, I actually ask myself; beginikah aku dahulu kala? Haha..