So R has a rhymes book in school.
at the end of which they have given these common stories of cap seller and monkey, thirsty crow, etc etc. One of them is the two cats and monkey’s story where the monkey eats entire piece of cake.
The other day in the rick I was trying to figure out what her homework was, picking her up from the daycare (I know, this is how we Mumbaikars save time you see, check in rickshaw, do homework as soon as you reach home while Amma is cooking in the kitchen 😉 )
R looked at her rhyme book and told me ‘Amma, mereko one story bola teacher ne’
RM: oh okie..you tell me?
R: Once there were two cats. one name was Lipsy, one name was Jipsy..both wanting one cake. So they halving it. but Lipsy say you are bigger, Jipsy say you are merese big hai. So then Jimmy monkey is coming there. Jimmy take one biting from Lipsy and one from Jipsy and one from Lipsy and one from Jipsy like that like that takofying and khaofying. then no cake is baki so Lipsy Jipsy sad hai. Moral of the story is…is…is…is…is…kabhi fighting nahi karne ka and jo mile woh pehle kha lene ka..
Priorities I tell ya!
R is continuing to help me in the phulka making process.
R: Amma, mein roti rounding rounding karti hoon, aap usko gas pe cooking cooking karo!
RM: Gosh I am so tired today
R: Kyun, aaj bhi sir ne gussa kiya kya?
R: arey jabhi mein three years ki thi, tabhi one day aapke sir ne aapko gussa kiya, phir aap ghar pe aake roye aur phir bole na ke tired ho gaye..iske liye poocha!! (Arey when I was three years old, one day your sir (boss) scolded you, you came home and cried and then said you were tired na, thats why I asked?)
Amma and I are talking on the phone
Amma: sounding very excited: RM RM you know what, I figured out how to use youtube
RM: Worried: What are you seeing on youtube Amma?
Amma: arey, now I dont even need your father’s help, I can go on youtube, search for old Tamizh movie songs and I hear it…I am slowly getting addicted to it
RM: Worried that mother spends too much time on the computer (role reversal anyone?) : Amma, how long do you spend on the computer
Amma: About half an hour everyday (very proudly)
RM: oh okie great
Amma: now I dont even have to bother RD to get me the old songs, I can do it myself..and this technology is so amazing na..
RM: Happy that her Amma is not really really addicted: Yes amma, its amazing
Amma: Actually RMB said there is something called online radio as well..I was wondering if I should just google Tamizh online radio then I can hear the songs all day long
RM: !!! *So much for being happy on her non addiction!*
I am furiously working on something and the phone rings
Its RD’s call
RD: hello..and then there is a silence for two seconds
no no, dont let your imagination run wild, its not like they have in movies about love through the waves of the mobile via silence
RM: Yes..waiting in anticipation
and then the guy tells me ‘Oye RM its you, I called you by mistake yaar, I was going to call the guys at the canteen to ask for something to eat…chal chal phone rakh’
I refuse to write what I told him on the phone after that $%^*$@
See, THIS is where the brat gets her priorities from
Note:Refer first section of the post
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