Kayrin: Daddy, I want a mini minor.
SF: Where are you going to get the money?
Kayrin: Can you give me the money?

This is rather amusing for now, and puts a smile on SF's face. Wonder how he'll take it when this conversation is repeated 20 years down the road.
Poor little Kayrin is now recovering from gastroentritis, which brought with it fever of as high as 40 degrees Celsius.
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