the mmmim sits firstborn in the loo. and pops firstborn’s shorts inside the bathroom.
the hall is tidied.
we are all decent. looking like a v. normal family.
baby param’s opening words to the guest: ” my brother is in the கக்கூஸ்
polite society, you can knock again tomorrow, we’ll try to do better.
many a hotel has lost Mimpatronage because it was stingy on chutneylove…
look and learn, ye hotels.
this is breakfast for one, chez MiM.
baby param, 3, and full of VERY tall tales
When asked by a neighbour, if he went to school: “I didn’t go to school. I cut school today.”
When my ma called: ” Hello Grandma! no my ma isn’t at home. she’s left us all alone here and gone to the temple.”
“None of the children came to school today. Only me and A. did. Even the teacher was sitting in the next room and meditating.”
i finished reading ” living with the himalayan masters by swami rama…”
and there’s a nice story about a man who decides to speak only the truth, after one point in his life…
33, is a highly impressionable age, to read these books.
voila, i am consciously trying to speak only the truth (not 100/100 : but work in progress, somedays i forget.). but the bug is definitely in my head. about a month now.
there is plan B (which isnt mentioned in the book): whenever uncomfortable i keep silent.
or the lifeline plan C (also not in the book): Quickly change the topic.
the person i am most in trouble with is the MMMIM.hmmm.
the top 5 trouble making questions this month were: in no particular order of mmmim’s sparking fuse
1 did you just pay rm 7 (equivalent of inr 92) for one bunch of tomatoes?
2 when shall we book tickets to attend XX wedding?
3 erm. why do we need imported (from paraguay) organic brown sugar?
4 who made the leafy mess in the bathroom?
5 is that yesterday’s rasam or is it day before yesterday’s?
that made me look clever in foresight.
I bought this ultra slimming svelte swimming costume one year ago.
and now i am five weeks into a swimming class:-)
i can glide, float, kick and drag my feet, pull my hands in a barrel motion, hold my breath underwater…
if only i could figure out how to come up for air
enough if i try to keep a low profile…
they have news .
firstborn: the strangest combination of high-strung and literal.
this child ran a relay race. he thinks only the last batch of children qualify to get a medal. because these were the children near the goalpost.
a morning’s worth of explanations later, he understood it was a team sport. ah!
firstborn again. he sees a signboard on a tree that says “for sale/rent contact 01234567”. ergo. the child thinks the tree is for sale for Rm 01234567.
and is ready to overturn his piggy bank.
an afternoon’s worth of explanation later he understood that it was a sign for a condo for rent, and the number below was a phone number. ah!
this is also a child who knows a lot about usain bolt. but is persuaded that his classmate Julian is a tad speedier. ah! loyalty.
my experiments with samba rava... food blogging, here i come
an angry bird wedding anniversary. apt.
the mess on the floor spills on to the ceiling. Abi, you read it here first.