I wish Amma would drop me at the birthday party since she is always early and Appa would pick me up since he is always late!
– Says my 9 year old party girl, who knows her parents too well.
I wish Amma would drop me at the birthday party since she is always early and Appa would pick me up since he is always late!
– Says my 9 year old party girl, who knows her parents too well.
Older one: Stop irritating me.
Younger one: I am not irritating you. YOU are getting irritated!
Ah, the joys of sibling rivalry.
Says my preteen as we listen to the retro hour on radio:
It’s so cute! Amma, you are like a kid in a candy shop who jumps up and down all excited on seeing something. As soon as you hear a song you recognize, you’re like, ‘Oh, I love that song!’ and you sing along so excitedly. It’s quite cute, really.
– Ahem, I didn’t think anyone was listening. Really.
Oh well, might as well enjoy kiddo’s amused indulgence now, for the day is not far off when it’ll turn to acute embarrassment.
Her: Happy Children’s Day, amma!
Me: But I am not a child.
Her: You are your parents’ child, aren’t you?
– Right back at you, kiddo.
Her: Amma, can I do this?
Me: We’ll see…
Her: Amma, you keep saying “we’ll see” whenever I ask anything. By “we’ll see” you obviously mean “no”, but you just don’t want to say it!
– Kiddo is wisening up to my tricks.
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