Quick now, before I forgot my earlier phone conversation with a 6-yr old boy with an ultra-sweet voice. Earlier today, at the community centre, SK gave me a mission - persuade this 6-yr old boy to stay overnight during the camp. My coarse (some would say) and monotone (others would say) voice wouldn't make it, but SK just don't understand it. So here goes 'hello boy boy, where's your mummy'. Me - Boy boy where's your mummy. He - Er..the..they..went wo..work. Me - Ohh, so what time will they come back. He - They..er..come back..er..when..er.. Me - At night hur? He - No. They come back..er..when..er..they want..er..when I want..er..to eat. Me - Ohh. (thinking I must have sound like a suspicious sweet-offering stranger) Me - Your parents called me to say you are afraid to stay overnight hur? He - Yah. Me - Why? He - ... Me - The whole world is there leh, I mean, a lot of kids are there, and ya they are same age as you. So don't be afraid k? (SK was gesturing me what to say all this while) He - Okay. Me - HUH?! So you are coming for camp le ar? He - Yah. Me - I thought you say you are afraid? (Surprised by the response) He - Just now afraid. Now not afraid. Me - Ohh. Okay lor. You tell your mum that I called (give him my name) and that you want to go camp k? He - Okay. Me - Okay, see you on Friday. He - Byebye. Alright now, if I don't see this fellow come Friday, I will pull his hair out. PS: I will be away from tomorrow till next Monday, and probably need a day or two to recover from some camp hangover. So, this blog would be left vacant for this period. Tata. Mumbo go, mumbo go, mumbo all the way!