Yohan: mommy, I don't want you to be a grandma. I don't want to lose my mom.
Me: don't worry, I won't be a grandma yet. Maybe 20 years from now, I will be.. Then you will have your own babies.
Her face looked worried..
Yohan: but I don't know how to cook, I don't know how to feed them.
This made my heart melt. That means she notices when I prepare food for her and that she needed to do the same when she's grown.
She looked more distressed now.
I laughed.
Me: I will teach you.
Yohan: are you going to give me a cookbook?
Me: no need, I will teach you. So when mommy cooks, help me ok?
How did that conversation end up like that?
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