Me: *with a hacking cough and sore throat*
It was a cough, it was a cough,
It was a cough that took her off.
Older daughter: *rolls her eyes*
Me: *continuing piteously*
It was a coffin, coffin,
It was a coffin they took her off in.
Younger daughter: Bye amma.
– When all you need is someone to give you a hug and make you a hot cup of tea, and instead all you get are unsympathetic brats.
It’s always nice to have your parents’ hand in your business. A purely financial hand, not an executive hand.
– Says my older daughter on hearing about her cousin’s experiment with setting up a doughnut stall at her school fete. Parents’ money? Yes. Advice? No.
Her: Amma did you click any pictures on your trip to Mumbai?
Me: Come look, I clicked so many. Appa and I were trying so desperately to get a good selfie of ourselves at the Gateway of India.
Her: Amma, selfies are an our generation thing. I would be surprised if you got a good one 🙂
– Just exactly how old does the cheeky brat think we are? Besides, the only reason we came away with nary a good selfie is due to the fact that there was too much sunlight, too little elbow space, too many people jostling…
Him: I will be home late today.
Me: Poor appa. All work and no play…
Kiddo: Amma, all work and no play increases appa’s salary!
– Cheeky kiddo sure has her comebacks down pat these days. Poor appa.