While having breakfast with ethan one weekday morning at Holland V, an impossibly pretty 3-year-old came over to talk to him.
Girl: What is your name?
Ethan: I am two years old.
(ethan's mummy slaps her forehead with palm at this point)
Me: Erm... his name is Ethan.
Girl: Is he a baby?
Fail la.
Girl: What is your name?
Ethan: I am two years old.
(ethan's mummy slaps her forehead with palm at this point)
Me: Erm... his name is Ethan.
Girl: Is he a baby?
Fail la.