For the past few months my daughter has had a little routine where she asks me, “Papa! Maia ngoan (good)? Maia hu (bad/naughty)?” And I always answer, “Maia ngoan.”
This evening, she just threw me for a loop.
“Maia ngoan? Maia hu?”
“Maia ngoan, of course.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her use the word “why”. I think my life has just become more complicated.