I don't want to talk about it

A few weeks ago Maoster saw this documentary about animals surviving better working in a team despite having lower IQ. It was illustrated with zebras of higher IQ who likes to work alone will have higher casualty rate crossing a river filled with crocodiles, compared to deers that have lower IQ but all survived the nasty crocodile filled river due to the fact they work as a team.

I mean, Maoster probably wasn't hearing the part on team work and all. He was crying buckets when the crocodile ate up some of those zebras. He was pretty upset. He was shouting NO at the loudest of his voice and slammed himself on bed, too broken to speak.

Yesterday, we were playing. He made his hands to depict that of a crocodile, he was baby croc and me the mummy croc.

Bunster: Oooo Baby croc, I am hungry. Shall we find some food?

Maoster: Okay, let's go eat some leaves.

Bunster: Crocs dun eat leaves, they eat, say deers or zebras. Do you remember that show we watched, the cros they eat the zebras.

Maoster: (started tearing) No. I don't want to talk about it.

Bunster: Okay... Crocs eat leaves.

Maoster: Okay, let's go find some leaves mummy crocodile. Leaves are yummy.

If there was one thing that Maoster inherited from his father, it would be his love for animals.( definitely not in a bunny-deep fried chicken way).