Husband makes me laugh. It’s one of the million things I simply adore about him. Say mashaAllah!
Uncontrollably/until my stomach hurts/wee came out/giggling like a little girl.
Husband (who is also doing this diet along with me): My stomach is growling so much, everyone at work will think I’m farting at them.
Tasmiya: Oh?
Husband: I’ll just tell them, “Not ‘at’….’WITH’..”
Me: So do you think the sun will be really bright when we walk out of the house?
4 year old: I just did a fart.
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2 year old: Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum.
Me (up to my elbows in washing): Yes?
2 year old: Mum. Mum. MUM. MUM. MUM. MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM!
Me: What happened? Is everything ok?
2 year old: MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM!
Me(rushing to get to next room): Yes. Ok I’m here. What is it?
2 year old: Umm…. Mum?
Me: YES??!
2 year old: Ummm…. Ummm…..
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