Him: Mummy, do you love me more or Papa?
Me: (I thought deeply. I have clarity about this one.)
Me: It is you. Only you. Anytime, anywhere you ask, my answer remains the same.
At another time, he goes to his Papa with the same question.
Him: Papa, do you love me more or Mummy?
Papa: (He thought deeply. Then he kept thinking, on and on and on and on)
Papa: A long silence. No answer.
Being in the same room and sensing the uneasiness, I diverted Dhruv’s mind by changing the topic.
Some questions are genuinely innocent.
Some answers are inherently tricky.
And then there are some questions which come with answers.
Him: Mummy, I know what is meant by sex. It means love.
P.S. I might be questioned about my motive behind writing this post.
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