The baby is a sly one. Her new favorite thing to say is “nateeng (nothing)”.
“What did you just say?” I ask.
“Nateeng.”
“Baby, what do you have in your hand?”
“Nateeng,” she says as something switches from one hand to another behind her back. She thinks she’s a genius sometimes.
“Baby, what’s in your hand?”
“Nateeng,” she repeats, showing her one hand, opening it so I can see there’s nothing in it.
“What’s in your other hand?”
The gig is now up.
Everything is nateeng with a smile or with a serious face. She is the most innocent baby in all the universe or at least in her own mind.
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