As I was putting Ri to bed tonight, after the two favorite bed time stories (Julia and buttercup, and golpoland (made up stories by me)), he said he had a few questions. And these were his questions. (No, I am not getting into the answers. This post is just about the questions.)
When you grow up will you become an astronaut too because I would want to take you with me in my rocket to Pluto?
Why do astronauts wear helmets on the moon?
How do we breathe?
Why do we have food pipe and wind pipe?
Oxygen and carbon dioxide is funny na... What are lungs?
What is heart?
Why do we have bones?
Why do we have private parts?
Why do women have breast?
When I am 100 years and then a baby again, will I eat breast food from your tummy?
Why do we give my old clothes and half my birthday toys to other children?
Where does money come from?
Mama do you know who is my favorite best ma’am? More favourite than my school ma'am, it's you!
Love you. Goodnight.
Good night, baby.