A few days ago I was sitting with Panu and actually showing him his homework (!) while he was on his potty, doing his thing. Now I am used to him asking me in the most adorable voice “what iis this Mamma?”… to which we have to promptly reply else that continues! So this morning, I was expecting the same.
So there is mamma asking him “baba, what is this?”, but the baba turns around and tells mamma “I don’t know!”
So we have started conversations my love… I am amazed at the things the little phartu is saying now a days. It’s like it was all there and now it is just pouring out. I can’t help but just smile a serene smile and wait for what next.
So here’s a few of them
Where’s the betu?
The Johnny uncle is gone to the Mysore and then London —
Travelers of phirang origin with whom my son fell in love with. There was a Ruth as well… God Bless her! She made the journey easy. So we still talk about them, even after almost a month!
The granny has gone to the market to buy a flying carpet, from a man in Istanbul (!)
To clarify this is a line our man has picked up from his current favorite book. I think he will one day mug up a book for sure or this quality is going to save him later in life – An early prediction i.e.
This is a nice song Mamma – To my horror it is Ms. Katrina Kaif grinding to some number I have already forgotten!
Aaj mausam bada baiman hai…. aaj mausam! – Followed by almost the full song with full blown emotions and facial expressions! Only hand movement and heroine is missing I would say, along with sometimes the mausam.
We’ll go to the baga beach – Any beach is now baga beach, such is the impact of Goa. We are sure to buy a house there for … just!
Nightly maska to God via a pray that father has inculcated. – Best prayer ever, has bought me back also
No, no and no – It’s his favourite words, if I may say so
We go to, go to where mamma? – Aww… I want to eat him up then, but it’s 50% of the time when he knows its school but trying to evade the eventuality of the situation (I tell myself – This too shall pass…)
Matter, Flyn, Guido, Kung Fu Panda (!), Jungle Jamboree, Rabba, Aaj Mausam, etc…. it is certainly kill us with repetition. My son, as proud as I am of him cannot focus or like two things at a time. He likes one and shoves it down our throat until we can’t stop humming it or loving it. Do we have a choice after all!
Mummy ke paas jaana hai – It has come back to me with full force. Me to GOD – “ I understand I was in the wrong – please forgive me and lift this already”
Cars, cars, and only cars – I am sure this obsession is not going to stop soon. The boy has started showing interest in cooking shows!
Need I write more..