Alfred's New Ramblings

In Conversation 3

Son: “Papa where is mama?”

I said “Mama got meeting, she went to work already.”

Son: “Then how she go to work?”

Me: “You fly her lor”

Son: “Noooo!  I am not a superman!  Next time when I grow up, I will have a concrete mixer with wings.  Then I will drive her, vroooommmmm”

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