“and may god less you…
and may god less you…”
baby param singing the happy birthday song. and what he thinks is the second stanza…
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so. ma. what did you do at home today ?”
Baby param pops me the question as he jumps out of the van. er. wasnt that my half of the dialogue?
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“today the teacher stamped on some books and slapped me…”
this is 100 per cent fiction. maybe even 200 per cent.
***
“hello. vanakkam. oru kaamedy sollunga”
“:
baby param answering the phone.
i have mentioned earlier that i will never forgive the mmmim for watching kollywood dial-in comedy shows. totally stand by it.
full month of burnt idlis for the mmmim coming up.
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there’s a lot of good press about toddlerhood, infancy, bibs and breastfeeding. but i was too tired to notice. i found the first years of motherhood overwhelmingly exhausting ( on good days ) and exhaustingly overwhelming (on the other days).
and just when firstborn headed schoolwards, babyparam popped out. and there went another three years.
i want to go on record that i am not nostalgic about baby photos, prams and spit-ups. i dont miss the emergency runs, suppositories, and the dirtiest tee-shirts in this side of south east asia. i dont miss the four hour marathon feeding sessions, baby chairs and the backaches.
here’s my happiness haiku
you child
are three
am glad for me