Independence is...

I: Muhammad, let's go drink milk before we sleep. M: But it's dark downstairs! I: It's ok, I can turn the light on M: Ok (and starts to creep downstairs on all fours, it's his eye thingy) I: Stand up and walk down the stairs M: No, it's scary I: It's ok, I'll hold one hand and you put your other one at the wall. Struggles but trusts his Abang. After a while, I hear them putting (more like throwing!) their plastic cups in the sink and they both come up. They then brush their teeth and get in bed, waiting for their storytime. I: Ummi, you must read to us or we can't sleep! M: Yes Ummi, now please! Well, at least there's something I can still do for/with them....