“Mom, I’m good of keeping my nostrils clean. It’s just a matter of getting the Kleenex and blowing whatever stuff out so when my nose is clean, I don’t have to breathe through my mouth. After a while, my mouth gets really dry, you know. Because we’re not supposed to breathe through our mouth. Stuff can get into our throat. Oh, Mom, you forgot to put a box of Kleenex in my bathroom. How come there are two boxes in your room? It’s not fair. And oh Mom, have you stopped thinking about what you promised me yesterday that you were going to think about taking us to the Kids Zone again? Mom, Mom! Look at Edrick eyes, they’re teary. How come Edrick’s sneezing so much? Oh, yeah. You told me he’s got allergies. And how come I don’t have allergies? Is it because I ‘m good of keeping my nostrils clean?”
I can get soooo up to my nose and nostrils when she goes on and on and on and around and around and around like this with her story morning glory. I didn’t have time to check, but I had the feeling she said it all in one breath! That’s the impact – on her – when she can breathe through her nose; she makes full use of her mouth to chitter my ears and nose off! This morning I did not even make an attempt to correct her preposition from ‘good of‘ to ‘good at‘ like I have… 515 times sudah.
She is, regardless and regardful, my most beautiful chimp champ… and I am keeping her!
Questa è Enida 
can she really talk on and on like that? :O take a video and show us please! hehehe…
Oh she sure can, luv!
Maybe one of these days I should put her up for your borrowing pleasure, so you’d get to see her in person, in loco parentis, in real life and in action. Just tonight while driving from Bangi to Duta, she could not stop talking about body and soul!
I mean it! Body and soul. She was trying to get me to confirm the thoughts she had on how “our body, including our bones, would turn to dust underground when our soul goes back to God in heaven.” She is a deep thinker when it comes to spiritual matters. And this discussion has restarted because of Michael Jackson’s demise. She cried watching CNN that mournful morning. [Yes, exactly! Apa kes?]
I am, nonetheless, enjoying my no-battery-required chatterbox. The whole first paragraph in this entry was actually missing my response in between: some nods, some smiles, many hmmm’s, and quite a few yes’s.
I’ve actually tried once or twice recording her, but only to know that it has got to be done on the Q.T. Otherwise she would be a total camera-pleaser! And that, luv… is a whole different Kitreena!