For a long time, you have enjoyed little conversations that proceed along the lines of me asking you questions and offering response after response as a suggestion that you say "no" to until I ask the question again and you reply. First of all, this was "Who...?" and the response you'd give was "Baby Rock". We still do this: "Can daddy sit on the chair?", "No," "Can mummy sit on the chair?" with everyone you know (nainai, yeye, Alicia, Ayaka, Deyika, Faisel, Emiko, Julie etc) and more recently, it revolves -
as I've said before - around taking a number 17 bus to London Bridge (you love bus rides). "Shall we go to Tower Bridge?" "Shall we go to Millennium Bridge?" ... "Where shall we go?" Rock: "London Bridge". "How shall we go there? Shall we go there by train?" "No" "Shall we go by helicopter/ambulance/truck/motorcycle etc?" "How shall we go there?" "bus". "What number bus? Shall we take the 205?" etc. "What colour is the bus? Is it dark blue?" You get the picture. You enjoy the conversations and so do I, son.
