So we are back from our Ahm trip and R and I as usual are standing at the bus stop waiting for her bus to come
RM: R, hi
RM: R, I love you
R: okie Amma, I love you two
RM: R, you are my best friend
R: oh…Amma, you are my best friend, but you scold me too much
One night I am talking to MIL and she tells me its RD’s star bday and we should try and go to the temple..since its a weekday, RD is not that enthu but we decide to take a call later…
Midst all this, the brat is listening to us discussing…
R: Amma, tomorrow is Appa ka star birthday
RM: yes baby
R: Good, so tomorrow we eat star cake okie?
R and I board the bus and then there is a lady who goes and sits in R’s usual first seat..
Usually R doesnt react but since she has a bad cold and didnt sleep too well in the night, the brat is cranky..
R has a major meltdown and through the bus she is crying, mereko udhar sit karvanu che (I want to sit there)
I try and explain to her..the lady looks back and tells me whether she should move..I say dont because R needs to understand that she cant have everything in life..
Everyone in the bus tries cajoling etc etc..finally we get down..
she is still crying!
RM: Oye why are you crying..bus is gone na
R: no no, you didnt let me sit in the aaje ka seat
RM: but baby how does it matter..is your name written on that seat, no na?
R: yes yes, you look neeche in the seat, my name is writing….likha hai amma and she spells out her name right…booohooohooo!!
I am shocked for a minute because she can spell her name without a mistake! (not that its too long or anything…but I am still in shock!)
RM: R I love you so much
R: I love you twenty
RM: I love you thirty one
R: I love you 42
RM: I love you 53
R: I love you 64
At this stage the brat’s proud father who thinks that his daughter has inherited his genius genes of mathematics says ‘Look look she is adding 11 to each number’
RM: Errr…is it? *Perplexed on how the guy can look into such things*
I mean, its just child logic na…you say 31, she says 42, etc etc
WE go on till I reach 100…
RM: I love you 100
R doesnt know beyond 100..actually she doesnt know beyond 20 at least thats how much they have taught her in school..someone in her daycare must have taught her some more numbers..anyways so the brat stops, thinks very very hard…
R: Amma, I love you hundredity one
there people thats the latest word by R ‘Hundredity one!!!!’