A touch of the ridiculous

Taxi Driver: So.... how do you 'teach' your child how to speak English? Me: Ummmm.......much the same way as your mother 'taught' you to speak Chinese. Taxi Driver: Yeah. No.... really.... how do you 'teach' her how to speak English. Me: Yeah, no really. It's her mother tongue. Taxi: Yeah. So how do you 'teach' her to speak English. Me: ......... (silence) (In our elevator we came across our neighbour) Me: saying something to Tilly in English Neighbour: Why are you speaking to her in English? Me: It's what we speak. Neighbour: But why are you speaking in English, why don't you just speak in Chinese? Me: And then how's she supposed to communicate with me and my family and our English speaking friends of which we have many???? Not to mention it's her mother tongue. Neighbour: Oh.... And now for some of our own ridiculousness..... (Tilly watching me change Evie's dirty nappy) Tilly: It's all yellow mummy. Me: Yep, that's how you used to poo when you were a little baby. Except Evie does it everyday and you used to wait forever to do one. And then it was a huge explosion. Tilly: Why was it a huge explosion mummy?' Me: That's just how you did it baby. Tilly: No, that's just how you fed me. (Just now on the phone to a friend Tilly was playing with something and it dropped and broke) Me: (later on in the kitchen and when it just suddenly came to mind) I noticed you broke something in the bedroom before love. Tilly: Yes.... I noticed you can fix it.