Love means never saying “shut up”.
Because of a promise I made to her a few months ago (probably to make her stop whining), I took Nuha our eldest to the KL Bird Park last Thursday. And to make the day more bearable, I asked Nuha’s cousin, Tijani and her mother (my sister) to tag along.
In ZombieDaddy’s world, girls are the inquisitive type. They ask questions every few minutes eager for answers. And when they get excited, like when they can’t wait to reach the bird park or when they get to go there with their cousin, they ask more questions.. at a more rapid rate.
So we went. And they started asking questions the moment we left the house – as 6-year olds typically do. Here, in loosely chronological order, is what they asked:
Abah (btw Nuha and her cousins except for her aussie cousins in Perth, all call me Abah), is the bird park near or far?
Abah, is that the bird park?
Abah, why did you wave at that man in the other car? Do you know him? Is he your friend?
Abah, why do you have to buy tickets?
Abah, why do I have to wear my hat?
Abah, why is that bird not moving?
Abah, why is that bird statue look like a bird?
Abah, why that peacock not pretty like that other peacock overthere?
Abah, why now is not birds’ feeding time anymore?
Abah, why can’t I give my bread to the birds?
Abah, why is it so smelly here?
Abah, why is that bird outside and that one inside the cage?
Abah, what is the red parrot going to do now?
Abah, what is the blue parrot going to do now?
Abah, where is the eagle? I can’t see it.
Abah, is monkey friends with bird?
Abah, can we go into the shop? I won’t ask for anything.
Abah, why can’t I have the eagle soft toy? I never had any eagle soft toy.
Abah, can I have ice-cream?
Abah, are we going home now?
Abah, can we go somewhere else after this?
Abah, are we going to the bird park again tomorrow? I like the bird park.
All this in between “Abah, I need to chiing (pee) now” and “Abah, I need to chiing again now”
The parrots that bit the hands that fed them. Ouch!