Daddy’s getting dressed on a Saturday morning to go do some errands..
Poohi : Daddy, going to work?
Daddy: No, today’s a Saturday..
Poohi : Oh , going to garbage? (She meant going to ‘throw garbage’ )
That just establishes the 2 things she sees Daddy doing 🙂 going to work and going to garbage 🙂
Daughter is punished disciplined by us, by being made to sit on the ‘naughty chair’ whenever she is naughty…
The other day, I managed to spill orange juice all over the kitchen and madam comes running and says
‘Go sit on naughty chair, Amma’
Taste of my own medicine?
I was talking to my parents, right after her birthday, when she demanded to talk to them and demanded
‘Ammama, why not come to mine birthday party???’
Ammama says that she will – the next time.
‘ok, nalla birthday party come, ok?’ translated to read -come for my birthday party tomorrow! She speaks English most of the time, with sprinkings of Malayalam words here and there.
To think that there was a time, when we were waiting for her to start talking, these days, we wish she came with a ‘mute’ button.. According to husband – its constant noise pollution 🙂 And the days that husband comes home after she sleeps, he finds the unusual silence almost eerie 🙂