After breaking fast last night, I was clearing the dining table and walking back and forth from the dining room to the kitchen, when I suddenly found Salma sitting alone in the living room.
"Where's daddy?" I asked.
"Daddy blow," she replied.
Stunned, I asked her, "Blow?? What do you mean?"
Salma replied with an action as if blowing out cigarette smoke, "Fuuuuuuhhhhh."
"Oh," I said, relieved, "You mean daddy's smoking!"
Her dad had disappeared to have a cigarette outside. Blow... smoke.
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