Well, before we slept last night, he asked me to tell him a story about going to the hospital. Based on my experience last time, I told him the story when I was a toddler myself, I ran behind the backyard, tripped over a big rock, I cried, headed to the hospital, had several stiches + all. And then, he started asking the questions:
DF: Mie-Meen, why cannot run so fast on the grass?
MM: well, if you run so fast, you didnt see the rock, then you fall.. nanti ouch, have to go to the hospital.
DF: But why go to the hospital Mie-Meen?
MM: well, if you fall down, and you cut yourself, then the doctor have to stich you.
DF: But why doctor have to stich Mie-Meen?
MM: So that germs don't go inside your body, so that you won't be sick.
DF: Why you don't want to be sick?
MM: Because, if you are sick, then you cannot play outside.
DF: But, I wanna play with you Mie-Meen, because I miss you!
=)
It may not make sense, his questions & all.. but it made perfect sense to me.
Oh Dzhofier, you will always be my favourite bantal busuk..
Mie-Meen loves you!

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