By now whoever's read this blog more than once probably thinks that it's a never-ending series of conversations, so I promise that my next entry will be a proper one, involving the use of paragraphs.
Conversation with Suleiman while trying to feed him dinner.
Me: Who is Mama's sweetheart?
Me: Hahaha! Yes! Shabash! Baba is also Mama's sweetheart.
Me: What?! No. Imtiaz is not Mama's sweetheart.
Azfar: Aaf, is there something you need to tell me?