playmate L can make origami lotuses from tiny paper squares.
playmate K can drink hot rasam like an adult, and hides and seeks and tells
terrible ghost jokes.
playmate U is swifter than a dart, and can jump on a freshly-made bed and
start the party with a shriek. even if there’s no party.
they all are here.
and where’s firstborn?
he’s trying to win these contests:
~ the boy who stands closest to the TV (so close that grandpa can’t see two of the principal characters)
~ the boy who watches scheming wives, d-uh husbands, treacherous in-laws and whatever else … with his mouth wide open (also a genetic trait passed on by grandpa)
if i could only unprise his nose away from the flat-screen and lead him to