Conversation with the kid as a new school year begins.
Me: So, what’s your game plan to conquer eighth grade?
Her: No game plan needed amma. I’m just going to enjoy it.
– Not quite the answer I was expecting. Now how is one to counter this? 🙂
Nicely played, kid.
Why do we have to be so complicated and worry about things like feelings, ethics and morality? Why can’t we be like animals? Then the only thing we have to worry about is “I have to survive”.
I’m not saying it would be better, just that it would be easier.
– Existential musings of my newly minted teenager.
Can’t we just go back to the toddler years when the only question I had to worry about was “What’s for dinner?”.
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.
Amma, my tooth fell today. With the new way of garbage segregation, which basket should I throw my tooth in – the organic waste, dry waste or the other reject waste?
– Asks my younger daughter, quite matter-of-factly. Sigh, no more tooth fairies – it’s the end of an era 🙁
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…