Son: “Papa where is mama?”
I said “Mama got meeting, she went to work already.”
Son: “Then how she go to work?”
Me: “You fly her lor”
Son: “Noooo! I am not a superman! Next time when I grow up, I will have a concrete mixer with wings. Then I will drive her, vroooommmmm”
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