Tell me your problem...

Was on the way back home when mum called to say dinner has to be packed. Oh yes..it's been so since Kaden has been crawling everywhere..so the kitchen at home is now a sacred place.

So hubby drove to the usual place and just before we turned at a small junction, there was this motorbike hogging the traffic right in front of us. Hubby gave a short honk to indicate that they should move forward a bit to ease the traffic behind. The driver of the motorbike then turned around and "expressed" his unhappiness verbally. Since we were in the car, we could not hear the "expressions".

Just as we were about to move off, the little girl who was about 6 years old (I guessed), at the pillion, turned around and and started expressing herself verbally and physically! She raised her hands, hit the box behind her (those motorbike boxes at the rear) and did it for upteem times. I did not know to laugh or cry. For a little girl of her age, she's already expressing in the same way as that of an adult!

I really wanted to get off the car and ask her " Little girl, tell me your problem please?"