The Copycat

Last night, right after drinking his milk, Nazif as usual will do his 'business'.
Hubby was upstairs. I'm still with my sensitive nose, so for the cleaning up process I will 'pass' to him.

Me : Yang, yang..Nazif be*k..turun lah..

No reply..

Me : Yang..oh..yang ..yang..

And followed by this:

Nazif : Yang..oh..yang.. 

*Gelak guling-guling Mummy sorang-sorang*