At the Singapore airport last Sunday. We had South-Indian food for lunch, and North-Indian for dinner. I also got four Rasgulla, a Bengali paneer (home-made cottage cheese) based dessert.
Me: Do you want to try this Leila? It’s called Rasgulla. I used to eat a lot of this when I was little. Really yummy.
Leila: Did you made the Hezbollah by yourself when you was little?
WHAT? No Nani (grandma) used to make it for us a lot. Here, you want to try the rasgulla?
Leila: Yes, I want one Hezbollah.
Me: Leila is the humidifier on? Can you check please.
Leila: Yes mum, the cumin-timer is on.
Me: It’s a hu-mi-di-fi-er.
Maher: Vous voulez aller a Starbuck avec moi, les gars? Comme ca on laisse maman faire son “practice”?
Leila: Starbox. C’est un “box” papa.
Me: Come on guys, it’s Starbucks.
Leila looking at me from the corner of her eyes: Ok papa, let’s go to Star BOX.