The Art of Asking Questions

Tonight we ate out. Aisyah was talking non-stop. I was in a good mood so I didn't mind. Until I realised that I could not answer A LOT of her questions. Here are some of them:

'Mummy, apa nama makanan ni?'

'Yong Tau Foo'

'Kenapa nama dia mcm tu?'

'Mummy tak pasti la. Perkataan Cina kot'

'Mummy boleh cakap Cina ke?'

'Tak'

'Kalau tak boleh mcm mana Mummy tahu tu perkataan Cina?'

'Err... nanti Mummy look up ok?' (read: Google)

Belum habis fikir lagi dia dah sambung tanya lagi...

'Kenapa dia eja F-O-O? Itu Fo, bukan Fu?'

'Ejaan English kot'

'Tadi kata Cina, ni English plak'

'Err...' (God, I am making things up as I go along, and not doing a good job at that, even!)

Unfaltered, she continued...

'Mummy, Kakak pandai baca ni. H-O-T. Hot (pronounced as you would 'coat').

'Eh, bukan Hoat. HOT. Panas in English'.

'Oh, Kakak ingatkan Bahasa Melayu tadi' (she has a point, in BM 'HOT' would've been read as hoat. As in 'kot'.

'Mummy, mcm mana nak tahu baca dalam Bahasa Melayu ke English?'

'Mummy pun tak tau, Kakak. You just do'  (forgive me, I was chewing on my Char Kuey Tiew here)

'Oh'

I am notorious for dishing out killer questions to my students during tests. Questions I give out in Digital Audio is meehhhh.... nothing compared to what my daughter asks, dear students. My kid has definitely got it from me. The art of asking questions. Non-stop. Heh.