At the end of the day, when the whole family meets over the dining table, conversations are generally about how the day went. And more often than not, everyone grumbles about their boss.
One day Little Po asked his other grandma who was the boss of the house.
His other Grandpa (whom he also calls Abu) preened expectantly,while his wife replied
“Why your Abu, of course!”
“No, No,” said Little Po, “who is the Boss of this House?
“Ah!” said grandma as the tube light lit up,” you mean who owns the building?
“Yes, of course,” said Little Po, finally relieved that he could make the grown-ups understand exactly what he wanted. “Who is the BOSS?
“Well, it’s the landlord,” replied Abu looking at Little Po quizzically.
He wondered what brought on that question.
I wonder too.
What do you think was going on in his mind?
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I’m participating in the AtoZ2020 Challenge, a month-long blog hop where participants post 26 posts, one for every Alphabet, every day except Sundays.
Do join me as I share my adventures with my Little People.
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