H1: Mummy, I want milk.
H1 has the habit of asking for milk just before she goes to bed. However, for the sake of dental hygiene, I would thus make diluted milk, very diluted milk.
Me: Here you go. Here is your milk or would you like mummy’s milk?
H1: (looking confused) But… I’m not a baby.
She did however give it a try after much coaxing. She was pretty shy about it. I offered her the bottle milk eventually.
H1: (sounding pek chek) Mummy, this is water not milk.
Both Mr K and I burst out laughing. H1 too.
*pek chek – irritated/ frustrated
My little butts 