Twenty- five Seven

Where are the donkeys?

April 4, 2020

Children have a different way of processing information. Often when we talk, we forget that more often than not, they often take things literally.

Once, I was driving along Marine Drive with the Little People. It was peak hour traffic and I had to get home before their dinner time. The kids were tired and restless and I was testy.

Suddenly a group of pedestrians jumped over the road divider even though it wasn’t their signal and came dangerously in front of my car.

Naturally, I pressed the brakes and came to a halt. As it is, I was going at a crawl and was irritated by this further delay. I couldn’t, however, hide my irritation and remembering my Little People, refrained from using stronger language and just said, “What donkeys they are!”

Immediately, Little Po and Ms. Papaya looked around and asked where the Donkeys were. I explained to them that the people were like donkeys hence I called them so.

But when they went home, they excitedly told their mothers that they saw some donkeys on the road!

Ciao

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Heaven in a Cloud

April 3, 2020

Two years ago we lost my father-in-law. Though he was very old and the children quite young, they still remember him. Unlike many old people , he enjoyed their company and he played with them every day. When he passed away, they were quite distraught.

We explained to them that he had gone to heaven and has become a star. They felt comforted knowing that he looked down on them every day

One lovely summer evening Ms. Papaya and I were sitting on the swing in the garden. We watched the clouds in the sky, the birds flying home and the sun slowly setting .

Suddenly, Ms. Papaya asked me very solemnly,

“Ajji, when you die, will you go up to heaven on a cloud?”

Any talk of my dying and leaving her makes her anxious so I told her it was a long way before that happened.

She seemed satisfied with the answer

But as I watched the clouds floating above, I thought it was a delightful idea to be taken up to heaven on a soft fluffy cloud.

Don’t you think so?

Ciao

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Do join me as I share my adventures with my Little People.
Who is the Boss ?

April 2, 2020

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?

Ciao

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.

Where are the donkeys?

Heaven in a Cloud

Who is the Boss ?