My space.

I am reporting live from the scene.

Screams of "Push Push!" rattle my eardrums whilst squeaky screams of pain rent the air. "Almost there, almost there! just push a little harder! I can see the head now!!" more grunts and groans ensue.

'Oh' you think to yourself ' She's at the hospital '

Wrong.

I'm at home in my room typing away and behind me my two little cousins aged 3 and 5 are playing out a very realistic show of the process of giving birth.
See, they got a new doll and that doll is the love of their lives right now. All they've been playing all day every day for the past 2 weeks is .....what else? Mama and Papa.

"Oh no!!" the 5 year old screams " Your bellybutton is too small!! the babys head can't fit thru!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhh........" wails the 3 year old.

*ehem**cough*

In the end, I beheld the birth of a......

Pillow. (but dont tell them I said that, it really truly is their newborn baby,their dollies little brother)
All of a sudden now the 'nurse' becomes 'papa' and together with 'mama' they hold their 'baby' gently and coo with delight.

"Let's ask Kakak (me) to sew some hair on our baby okay?" says Papa.
"Okay" agrees the Mama, quite happily.

Childhood innocence. It's really something to behold eh?

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