Baby Param, 6, makes strangling noises when he has to wear a kurta and pyjama.
He hates the collars of the kurta, the long sleeves, and the polycot passing for cotton. and he hates the pyjama — from the nada, to the nada tuck, to the chudidarness, which isn’t urgent-loo-scramble friendly.
this month he got friendly with the dhoti. Summery. Thin. Delicate. Rectangular piece of white. No Fuss.
He has been playing cricket, riding a bike and playing catch outdoors in a dhoti.
yesterday he announced he would go for his morning summer class wearing a dhoti and a tee.
I didnt tell him this.
But I can speak my mind here ..
hat tip, child!