“Mummy, can I have a Bourbon biscuit?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Oh! But there aren’t any in the canisters.
I am afraid they are finished.”.
“Wait! I know Nani has hidden some very tasty
biscuits somewhere here in the kitchen.
Go and check if Nani is still asleep.”
“OK mummy. I will go and check.
Nani is snoring.”
“What are you saying?
She never snores.
“Mummy, why are you climbing over the slab?
Mummy, why are you hanging from up there?
Mummy, are you planning to fall down and break your leg?”
“Sshhh! Will you?”
“There, there, just there.
Found the jar. Goodies. Yay.
Here, take one Dhruv.
Like always, one for Dhruv, one for mummy.”
“OK mamma. But, these are not as good
as Bourbon. I will go to the shop
with Nanu in the evening to get Bourbon.”
“Oh yeah! Tell me about it.
Not liking it? Give me yours, then.
I will love to have 2 of those.”
“Theeeek hai, ye le lo. Can I get
mirchi wali namkeen now?”
You can call me mad. Yes, I did this today in the afternoon. This happens when we live gadget free days. Doing this reminded me of the childhood when me and my brother used to be the same. Earlier it was sibling bonding and at present, I will call it rewriting parenting fundas.
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