boy: teacher, I bring my car key everyday.
(holds it up to show me)
me: your car key? u mean your parents'? how are they going to drive today?
boy: its mine.my dad gave it to me. my mum drives a mercedes and my dad drives a honda. this toyota is mine.
me: okay...err...but u cant drive.
boy: yes thats true so I just parked it at home.
an 8 year old with a car? even this king doesnt own one!!
anyway, this one enjoys dressing up. he is still enthusiastic abt such stuff..so as to not kill his enthusiasm, we went to look for something that could fit the fairytale theme the school was having. as usual, we started panicking at 8pm the night before, just as the shops were closing. so thank god for good ol mustafa!
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