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.
But first!
Conversation with Suleiman while trying to feed him dinner.
Me: Who is Mama's sweetheart?
S: SOLOM!!
Me: Yesssss!
S: BABA!!
Me: Hahaha! Yes! Shabash! Baba is also Mama's sweetheart.
S: IMTIAZ!!
Me: What?! No. Imtiaz is not Mama's sweetheart.
S: UNCLE!!
Azfar: Aaf, is there something you need to tell me?
Love love love it :) Saapa
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! This is awesome :D
ReplyDeleteHahahaha
ReplyDeleteWho is Imtiaz????
ReplyDeletehahhahahahahaahahhaah. Im in bed today, bad back, Rayaan insisted on using me as a jumping board yesterday, hence Im laid up, and this has got to be the best way to spend a lazy day.
ReplyDeleteBTW whos Imtiaz anyway?
LOL! xD
ReplyDeleteImtiaz = the maid.
ReplyDeleteEarly in our Karachi sojourn, we had the unfortunate coincidence of having a maid named Imtiaz and a cleaning lady named Ijaz. You'd call out to one and the other would answer.
Afia i couldnt stop laughing while reading this blog.. solom is a sweetheart! lots of love to the kids :)
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