M: Ummi, do you think my doubts are killing me?
Me: Hah?? Err..what?? What is doubt Ina??
M; Doubt is the hole in your heart. It makes your heart black ummi.
M; It also makes your feet red. And your skin green.
Me; Okayyyy....so it's like a monster??
M: It is.
Me; So what do you do when u have doubts??
M; U read ummi. Read a lot of Quran. (yeah...right...coming from a girl who has not been reading her quran for quite sometime coz she's been distracted playing games on godknowswhat on her ipad)
Then after a while she told me.
M; Ummi, I don't think I am good at all
Me; Okay, then u r not. Coz Allah will give u what u want. That is doubt, Ina.
M; Okayyy. I think I am good.
Me; OK. Then u are.
And I continued ironing. And she continued watching Toy Story. Trust me. I don't make this up. That's the exact conversation we had this morning. And we had many of these conversation on other days too. And she just turned 4. Where and how she get all these stuffs just baffled me. Sometimes I do wish she talks more kiddo's stuff. Coz it's much simpler to respond. Less riskier. I seriously can't imagine the kind of conversation I will have when she is 14.
Are your doubts killing u? ;)