As with any child if his age, Xander is quite a curious boy. He has questions for everything and would try (almost) anything. We try to answer him as best as we can but sometimes if I don’t know the answer, I usually make one up and indulge him. One day in the car on the way to somewhere I cannot remember now… X: Mummy, how come that Uncle’s hair is like that? *points to an ah beng looking uncle by the road* Me: Oh that Uncle dyed his hair red. X: Why? Me: I don’t know. Maybe he wants to be an Ang Mor? *laughter choke from The Husband…