Son: Oh no, mummy, my blood fighting.
Me: Wait son, I’m driving. What do you mean?
Son: Mummy, my blood are fighting.
Stops at red light. Sees the red patch on his knee.
Me: Son, does it hurt? Or is it itchy?
Son: (touches the knee, sniffs a little) Yes.
Me: Which one? Hurt?
Son: (sniffs a little more) Yes…
Me: Ohh… that’s a blue-black. Just sayang (massage) it a little and it’ll be okay in a few days.
Me: Yup. It’s call blue-black.
Son: It’s not blue. It’s not black. Why it is call blue-black?
Me: ooohhh… hmm… that’s a good question. What should we call it?
Son: it’s blood fighting mum.
Me: (giggles) okay okay, we will call it blood fighting. (giggles)
Have a great week ahead!