We were walking back to our car after dinner, holding hands as we crossed the road.
"Not hot adi," He suddenly declared.
"Not hot?"
"Yaa... not hot adi," He pointed to the dark night sky.
"Oooh ya, it's at night already, so not hot anymore isit?"
"Yaaa.." He nodded in agreement, his face thoughtful. It was like he was growing up right before my eyes.
I smiled to myself, realizing how much he must be observing and listening all the time. At this age (3), he can be such a handful sometimes, but I genuinely love the conversations we have; his half-gibberish, half-manglish is such a source of laughter for us nowadays.
People around us tend to comment that "only the mommy can understand him", which is fine with me now. The satisfied grin after I repeat after him, the enthusiastic nods when I got him what he wanted (but could not quite pronounce/express yet) - it makes me feel exclusive. And I want to treasure this bond for as long as I can.
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