With my delightful first born. Conversations which amaze me, make me laugh, make me think and errr...make me want to bang my head against a brick wall sometimes.
Kuttan and I have stopped at a traffic light. Kuttan is chattering a mile a minute. A beggar woman comes to my side of the window, her palm containing a few coins, stretched beseechingly. I shake my head saying 'no'. Kuttan watches wide-eyed as she waits and walks away.
Kuttan: Amma, amma, why did'nt you take the money she was giving you??
How many of us have ever thought of something like that? Out of the box, isnt it? ;)
I am deep asleep on a cold saturday morning with kuttan next to me.
Kuttan: Amma, amma (pokes me awake)
Kuttan: (pointing to his book lying on the edge of the bed) Will that book make a noise if I push it off the bed?
Kuttan: Will the princess wake up because of the noise?
Kuttan: Will you be angry with me if she wakes up because of the noise?
A pause while I drift to a dreamless sleep.
Kuttan: Amma, can I push it off anyways??
Me: (Gritting my teeth and calling myself ten kinds of a fool for ever having had a kid and then compounding it by having another one) NO
Kuttan: (in a small voice) Why?