Conversations With Hatta: He’s Left

I ordered in for berbuka/dinner tonight, as Q has an office function, and it doesn’t make sense to cook for one and a quarter (aka the toddler).

The rider came, delivered the food, and left.

Hatta:  Where’s the motorcycle Mummy? Where’s the man? Where’s the motorcycle?

Me: He’s left.

Hatta:  No, Mummy. He’s right. He going right.

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