So I am trying to put oil in R’s hair. Every Sunday is a fight. But now I am just used to her crying, whining, and finally demanding a story and then agreeing to oil her hair to wash it.
So I sit in a chair, make her sit in her smaller chair so that the height is okay for me.
R keeps moving in the front all the time, and yesterday, I got totally bugged.
RM: R if you keep going to Timbuktoo, how am I going to put oil in your hair?
R turns to me indignantly and says ‘Amma, I am in TimbukONE only, where have I gone to TimbukTWO????
I got so stunned by the reply that I just stared at her gaping. The husband burst out laughing!!!
We have had a lot of mosquito problems in the past month at our house. Nothing is working. Dont even suggest those stupid good knight kind of machines..sab waste hai!
Anyways, today morning, R woke up with an itch in her hand.
Amma, she screamed.
Amma, I dont understand why God had to make these mosquitoes…They are so so bugging!
yaa baby me too 🙂