RM and RD go to pick up R from the daycare
R: aap abhi kyon aaye?
R: Late aane ka na
RM: baby its already 7. isnt it late?
R: mereko play karne ka hai….come late to pick me up
Yep she is growing up 😦
RM is in the kitchen furiously pretending to cook and RD is struggling to dry clothes in an extremely wet balcony…
RM: R…screaming her name…R…
After 2 minutes…R…R…Screaming that the neighbours can definitely hear
RM: Where is R?
RD: I dont know
RM: you dont know..how can you not know
RD: Shrugs his shoulders and screams R…R
Like I mentioned, screaming is actually NOT required in our house..yet we all are high decibel people
RM: panicking for a second: kidhar hai
RD: rushes into the bedroom and starts laughing
When I go there and see…’she is sitting on her bed, surrounded by 5 books and ‘reading’ She cant read by the way, but she has been read those books so many times, that she knows them by heart 🙂 and she looks up and gives that impish smile to me
There, she is definitely growing up
RM: R you need to have a hairbath
R: on Sunday
RM: no today
R: Amma, main sunday ko karungi and I wont even cry…abhi karoungi toh royungi
didnt I mention her negotiation skills earlier!
R: Amma, khate khate read kare?
RM: No R, you finish your food then Amma will read
R: okie, at least cartoons read kare newspapers mein se…please?
How can you argue out of this one?
R: Mein hungry hoon?
RM : But R you just ate two bananas and a bowlful of kismis na
R: But amma, mein still hungry hoon
RD: R, tera pet hai ya pitara (basically is it a stomach or a drum)
R without losing a beat: Pitara
RD: Stunned for a second: oh…chotu or big pitara
R: extending her hands to both sides: Beeegggg pitara
Well, then I had to give her something to eat!
I still suffer from fissure pain at times when I pass stools thanks to the traumatic delivery and R often gets worried about it
R: Amma, bahut dukhta hai kya she asked one day once I came back from the loo
RM: No baby, its okie..it will get better
R: Oh…aap ne bahut sweet kyun khaya
Apparantly she heard me tell the homeo doc that I get the pain when I eat too much sweets and hence the cross questioning!
and then she tells me brother in Ahm after I yell at him that take care of R while I go to potty…
V Mamu, amma ko bahut dukhta hai jab potty karti hai
Poor bro, he didnt even know how to console her 🙂
R: I was this clip and that clip and all of them
RM: You will look like a cartoon if you wear all of it
R: Cartoon aacha hai na..and I was to look aacha
There, the girly beautification has commenced!
RM is reading some random book which RD picked up from Crossword for R..in that there are two policemen but only one pair of magic glasses
R: after thinking silent for about 1 minute: Amma, two watchmen hai but only one glasses hai na
R: Toh they will share?
RM: yes baby
R: but fight nahi hoga?
Well, I dont know..and just shrugged my shoulders.
R and I are standing for her bus in pouring rain…she is wearing her divided skirt WHITE sports uniform and she tells me amma su-su…
R: yes amma zor se aayi hai
RM: okie okie
and proceeds to go to one corner of the road where there is no one (dont even start on how you should not pee on the road…I didnt know what else to do okie..and its better for her to relive herself with me than keep holding that su-su for 45 minutes in the bus!)
Remember that its pouring…so I take off her skirt and shorts halfway and then ask her to sit…she manages not to wet herself and then when I am putting the clothes back (its still pouring)
RM: Shit this skirt is stuck
R: Hey amma, shit kyon bola..oh my God bolne ka…God punishment kudupa otherwise
Well, I had told her not to say shit..she learnt it from someone in her daycare and I told her to say OMG instead..and there, she did learn her lesson well
RD: R give me the paper na..
R: No, mein read kar rahi hoon na
and so the eternal fight which I am sure is the part of every family for the newspaper has started at the R household…
R by the way was identifying the capital letters in the Mumbai Mirror while RD wanted to read it 😉