Qayyum has always been a clingy one following me here and there and everywhere. Back in yesteryears, before he was absorbed into the world of Dawn of Wars, he would call me every single minute should I not be at home just to check up on me. And today, while I was in my bathroom washing one of my underthings, there he was again, looking at what I was doing in amusement. But, the most amusing thing came from him! Read this conversation, if you may.
Q: Mum, why do you have to wear that?
M: Just like why you have to wear your underpants.
To keep that certain thing in place.
Q: Oh. How come at the shop you always ask for your size.
Is other people's different?
M: Yes. It depends on the size of one's boobies.
If you have a small one, then you buy a small one vice versa.
...30 seconds of silence..
Q: Mum..mum..(now with a VERY cheeky look)
Q: Can you choose your size?
M: What do you mean?
Q: Your booby? Can you choose your size?
M: HAHAHAHAH...no, dear..hmm...yes, dear..you can.
First you are born with the size God gives you, but some people are not satisfied.
So they choose another size either bigger or smaller.
But as Muslims, plastic surgery is HARAM!
(stresses on the HARAM bit)
Q: How do they change it?
M: Well, they go for operation.
The doctor will put in a small balloon in their body.
Then, it will become bigger.
Q: A baloooooonnn???? Hebaknye..
M: Why do you say that? (Me not feeling good about this conversation)
Q: Well, then they can float in the water right.
Then, they do'nt need a pelampung like Iman or Khalida when they
And off he went away while me staring at my underthing dumbfounded!!!
M: Don't forget Q, HARAM tau orang Islam buat plastic surgery...nanti masuk blazing fire!!!!