Me: I got the watermelon
Son: Yes, I know, I carried it
Dau: Hrrrmmmph (she did)
Son: I carried that and the rest of the groceries. You didn’t do anything other than wave your arms.
Me: I am the Grab driver. Grab drivers don’t carry stuff.
Me: Come! Try eating the watermelon with your condensed milk.
Son: The watermelon is yellow in colour! It should be red! It is in the wrong colour. Just like brown kaya, I don’t take them. Only green kaya!
<Son is not that young neither is he old enough to enlist.>