grandma didn’t have the heart to throw away the toothbrush that firstborn used before he left for Kuala Lumpur. So it sat in the bathroom stand for seven long months…
to become a very dirty toothbrush, high on bacteria and grime, and also on love.
~ firstborn talks in his sleep. And he’s saying “I love India. I love Indian cows”
~ my back turns for a few minutes and baby param is AGAIN clutching a fistful of bank notes. In this recession times, it pays to be Baby Param
~ you get into the car and don’t have to strap up. Ah! luxury
~ Baby Param is still in Malaysia Time with daily 3 a.m. poo-poos. hmpf.
~ the baby’s pram is shoved away in the loft. Baby Param has never been so “carried away”.
~ I have to eat humble sooka rotis (blackened and two days old). One roti, for every time i sniggered when I poked fun at the NRI contingent buying mosquito repellent by the kilo.
Baby Param is the worst hit 😦
toodle-doo
pip pip
My mum, who just left for India, created a record of sorts when she was here:
Presenting to you…:
The grandma who accidentally sat on the remote the most number of times, during her short vacation, and made the rest of the family hunt for it.
Miss you, ma.
😦
Of all the puzzling questions that I have tried to solve… over the last week
this particular one has continued to be a riddle:
What’s a suitable present for the sister-in-law’s mother-in-law?
umbrella
purse
two tins of cow creamer
dry fruits
bars of chocolate
handbag
fancy sieve
yes. i am after those silly brownie points.
jus saw mad momma’s mushy post:
decided to a mushy one too…
we are a redefining couple
husband redefines Euclid’s straight line
he’s all length and no breadth
the stretch mark is what i redefine,
after a hundred pushes, two huffs, am always out of breath
occasionally my brain is permanently on double-click,
but today the mouse whirrs right
when i move left
i met a mum in a hurry,
and her daughter’s only three.
violin classes and mind-gym,
bedtime stories from Kipling’s Kim,
I also met a mum who’s learned to wait,
I’ll wait, she said,
when he didn’t speak at three
I won’t rush him,
I’ll wait, she said,
when his first words were garbled.
Now, four, he can say,
Mummy, I hungry;
Mummy I’m off to school
His words are there,
But still not clear
I am in no rush
to take on the world
I’ll wait, she says.
asaaan asked me for a sugar update:
here it is
~ as a kid, i had this annoying collection of knock-knock jokes (knock, knock, who’s there? gokul? go cool yer head in cold water)
~ as a teen, i tormented the deja tormented lot with how many engineers it would take to change a light bulb
~ now, i’m collecting see ya laters…
see ya later, alligator
see ya in a while, crocodile
see ya around town, clown
See ya soon, goon
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