Moses frowned slightly, "I know, you are five years old, and your birthday is in winter."
Caught by his guess, a touch of surprise flickered across the little one's eyes. With a flutter of his long eyelashes, he asked in a childish voice, "Who exactly are you?"
Moses narrowed his jet-black eyes, "Your mother's brother."
Mother's brother?
The little one gave him another thorough look from head to toe, "You're lying. My mommy doesn't have a brother."
He had never heard his mommy mention that she had a brother like him, and moreover, they didn't look alike at all.
This guy was trying to deceive him, but it wouldn't be so easy.
"If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask your mother." Realizing that his tone was a bit stiff, Moses took a deep breath and softened his voice slightly, "Tell me, who is your father?"
The little one pouted, "I don't want to."