No Smoking Allowed

On the ferry to Victoria this afternoon, J noticed a 'No Smoking' sign. He knows what it means, as I've explained it before. (He went through a little phase of wanting to be told what signs meant; particularly when he was in preschool in Singapore, he'd look at all the signs on the MRT stations and trains on the way home from school.)

He then pointedly K, "No smoking, Dad." It took a couple of seconds for us to realise that he was talking about the steam rising up from K's cup of coffee.

LOL!