(Candra, after attending so many weddings, is now always talking about getting married)
Me: Why are u wearing a pretty dress?
Candra: I want to get married, mummy let's get married.
Me: No, you cannot marry me, you must marry good boy boy.
Candra: Who? (went on stating some names...haha)
Me: Let's pray now for your future ok?
(After praying...)
Me: Did mama marry good boy boy?
Candra: Yes.
Me: Who is that?
Candra: Papa
...
Candra: But I cannot marry, because boy boy don't like to hold my hand. Boy boy like to walk by himself..how to marry?
(Candra, when trying to hold their hands w friends, gets refused at times.. hahaha)
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