I am cooking in the kitchen..and R stands near the kitchen door, poised on her bike to crash into the patram shelf..when I turn around..she looks at me and says
Amma, Can I come in (Its all in English okie?)
RM: Of course kanna..come (Secretly pleased that she has used ONE language in a sentence and waiting for the trend to continue in the next sentence)
R: Amma, actually mereko lookofy karna che what you are doing? (Amma, actually I want to look at what you are doing)
and there…she ensures my state of ‘pleasedness’ doesnt last more than a second!
We are rushing out getting late..
RD: Wear your shoes R wear your shoes
R is loitering around pretending to do something…when
RM: Will you wear your shoes or do we leave you and go
R: *Puppy eyes* Amma, you wearao me na (Basically she wanted to say ‘amma, you put them on for me – wearao – is a mix of wear + Pahenao!)
Sometimes, I wonder if seriously if a linguist met R, he or she would run away afar to Antarctica the way she kills languages *Rolls eyes*
RD and I are folding the clothes when R comes to me with a folder in her hand with rough papers set aside for her
R: Amma, zara yeh folder open karna, mereko mere documents nikal ne hai!!!
Both RD and I just stared at her open mouthed!
RD: R this week, I dont have too much work in office…I will take a day off..then we can go to the national park in the morning and then go to the playzone in the afternoon…okie?
R looks at him for 2 seconds..
R: No Appa, mereko toh daycare jana hai!
RD doesnt know what to say!..and oh..she didnt go with him anywhere 🙂
RD: R, will you come with me to Sabarimalai in May
R: Amma ayegi kya?
RM: No baby, Amma cant come..it will be you, Calcutta Thathi and Appa
and I thought she would refuse..so I look triumphantly at RD when the brat says
okie Appa, maine come karungi..
and I am deflated!
RM: shouting from the kitchen: R…R…
R: Shouting from the drawing room: Kya hai Amma
RM: Enge vaa…aa plate lai jao (Come here and take this plate)
R: Amma, zara main busy chu….baad mein I will come okie? (Amma, I am busy now, I will come later okie)
and oh I go and peep out and indeed the brat is busy…colouring in her colouring book *rolls eyes*
RM: How was your X mas party in School
R: Mereko acha nahi laga
RM: Kyun baby?
R: Mereko Santa Claus se darr laga..main bahut royi
RM: What how can you be scared of Santa claus…eeeeeeepppppppssss!
and I shout that because I see a guy dressed as Santa coming near me as I search for rick with R from her daycare…
R: Darr laga na?
I am getting bugged at R for not letting me comb her hair while she is fooling around with RD
RM: R..nee variya illiya (R are you coming or not…what dont drop your jaws…I can speak a bit of Tamil okie?)
R: without skiping a beat sings this in tune!! – varille nee varille chaitra veena vadini (this is a malayalam song, I am crazy about…Ponnambal something is the starting…)
Seee….this is why I dont speak to the brat in Tamil!!!
Last week, RD and I were having this ‘discussion’ about a second child…and it just stopped in the middle for some reason…after a while I am in the kitchen trying to wash the patrams..while RD is giving R a bath and putting cream on her body
She is doing her best to trouble RD squirming and giggling and all that
RD shouting to me from the bedroom: RM, never…never…are we having another kid! Isnt this one enough!!!
I am laughing away to glory!
I tell R snuggling to her in the bed…you are my hot water bottle, you are my doll, you are my darling, I love you
R tells me ‘you are my horrorwaro bollell, you are my doll, you are my amma, you are my …my….my ….woh kya bole aap abhi da.. kya (What did you say now that da…what?)
and then with the kolaveri fever not showing any signs of subsiding…R comes up with this!
We are sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus while R is fooling around with a dabba full of mamara..I tell her twice that its going to fall down..and if she doesnt want, just give me the dabba…she doesnt listen and does an intricate dance step with it involving holding the dabba in one hand..when
RM: R are you giving me that dabba or do I spank you?
R: looks up with a twinkle in her eye – Why this Amma veri Amma veri di? in kolaveri style
I am so shocked that I dont even react to it!