one day when i was reading a newspaper (which i prefer nobody disturbed me), my sister told her son to be with me because she wanted to cook something and didn't want to be bothered either. he asked me questions which i answered halfheartedly with my mind into the news i read.

"what is that? he started.
"it's a moon," i answered.
"why is the moon in the sky?" he continued.
"because it's a space object and lives in the sky," i said.
"what is space?" he asked.
"it's an area outside the earth. you live in the earth," i explained.
"i don't want to live in the earth. i want to go to the moon!" he stated.
"okay, maybe later yah," i replied.
"when?" he continued again.
"later," i said.
"later, bad people will steal the moon and i cannot live in the moon anymore!" he half shrieked.

???

"okay, let's go to the moon, but you cannot bring bingky and bongky, okay!" i said.
"because what? i want to bring mommy, daddy, oma, opa, ojichan, obachan, sota, siori, asih, (etc)," he continued.
"cannot" i said.
"because what?" he continued.

"do you want ice cream?"

i gave up.