The naughty korkor (Pt II)

This morning, in the car on the way to school, we passed the usual patch of forest / park that’s just behind our house.

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C goes.. “I want to go to the forest and find my way home.”

P: Where’s your home?

C (points to our cluster of blocks): There.

P: Who lives there?

C: Daddy, mama, meimei. And Christian.

P: Who else?

C: Nothing else.

P: Nobody else? What about naughty korkor? Does he live there?

C: No he doesn’t live there. I don’t  like naughty korkor. I shoot him.

P: Why don’t you like naughty korkor?

C:  If I like naughty korkor, I’m naughty korkor.  

P:  So if you like naughty korkor you become naughty korkor? Is that what happens?

C: Yes.

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P looks at me and we smile.  *confession!!*

39 weeks today. Sigh.