To continue from my husband’s previous post…

The next day or so we were spending family time together in the living room. My husband again prompted my little son to pray for a sibling. To which my little son retorted with annoyance, “Prayed already!!! God-God is making in heaven now.”

And that kind of settled the issue for my little son. As far as he was concerned, he had prayed and that was it. Period. He needed to pray no more.

He continued playing with his toys.

The simple faith of a little child.

Last week was school holidays in Singapore and my little son invited his good friend over to our place to play.

As we were walking towards the carpark (to fetch his friend over to our place), my little son queried whether his friend’s parents would be coming along.  “No”, I told him, “They are working”.

“Why are you not working?” my little son asked.

I was stunned momentarily, struggling to find a neutral answer so as not to take sides on whether parents should or should not work.

“I need to take care of you”, I finally blurted out, hoping that would satisfy him.

“You are a good mama”, my little son declared, much to my surprise.  “Because you take care of the children”, he continued.

That was really heartwarming to hear and really made my day.