Kids say the darnest things.

My mom was trying on some hair accessories at home the other day, and asked my chubby eight-year-old brother Kevin for his opinion on which he thought to be prettier.

So he looked my mother up and down, frowned, and said to her in a most serious manner,

"You go change into nicer clothes first."

Amused, my mom obliged and changed into nicer clothes.

Apparently, Kevin needed to look at the overall effect the accessory had.

He's gonna be a great fashion designer one day.

Or just gay.

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A Melanau (an ethnic group in Sarawak) cousin of mine whose husband is Malay, has five absolutely GORGEOUS kids that look like toddler versions of Arab models (hubba hubba).

The whole family had just recently uprooted themselves from their comfy home in Kuching, to seek greener pastures in Kuala Lumpur.

Now my cousin is a helplessly absent-minded mother, and has lost her youngest son at the supermarket several times in the past two months. KL supermarkets are very, very big.

The first time the four-year-old got lost, he was so terrified that he chewed his lower lip til it bled.

But after several similar occurences he realised that it was really no big deal and cheerfully got lost every single shopping trip, causing his mother much stress and panic.

On one such occasion when he had just been retrieved from the Lost & Found counter, he gleefully told his mother of his adventures before she came to claim him.

"They sayang (to pet/ a loving gesture) my head. They say that I am a handsome boy. They say that I am a good boy."

Man. Talk about vanity at a young age.