• In the good old days, I remember my granny telling me the story of the Crow and the Sparrow while having my meals.  In this story, a wet crow wants shelter in a sparrow’s home. Now the crow’s house was made of cow dung which got washed away during the rains. The sparrow’s house was made of wax hence it withstood the rain.

    This traditional folk tale can go on for as long as the child is eating because the sparrow keeps on making excuses not to open the door and let the crow in. And with each excuse, granny would stuff a morsel into my mouth.

    But this granny is short of patience. Besides, my grandson was born in the time of technology. He much preferred the nursery rhymes and stories on YouTube to my rambling stories that became more and more ridiculous with each meal.

    However, one day, YouTube refused to work. I was getting frantic because Wow Dinga was now completely hooked onto his lunchtime story and wouldn’t eat without it. But he showed remarkable calm and said

    “Ajji, why don’t you delete your YouTube App, reboot your iPad and install it again?”

    And this from someone who was just 2.5 years old? I definitely didn’t know how to do more than putting a light switch on at that age.

    Ciao

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  • When Santa goes Dutch

    Christmas is special all over the world. Everyone loves Santa. And everyone knows he comes from the North Pole. But do you know that one day, the Santa who came home was from Holland! 

    X is for Xander

    It was the week before Christmas and the twiblings were excited. Santa was coming home that evening. As they nudged each other and whispered, I knew something was afoot.

    “What’s happening?” I asked them.

    “SANTA IS COMING HOME TONIGHT!” they said in unison.

    Really? I asked them. “How do you know?”

    “Well, Abu said Santa was coming .”

    Unfortunately, it wasn’t Santa but XANDER Hubby Dear’s Dutch colleague who was coming home to dinner.

    Well, when they woke up the next morning and saw the stash of chocolates and cheese he brought for them, they were convinced Santa had come visiting. 

    I wonder how long this innocence will last for.

    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.

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  • Like Money for Water

    So this is the final week of the #AtoZChallenge. I do hope you’ve enjoyed my series so far. 

    Children have their own language and vocabulary especially while they are learning language skills. Other people call it babbling, but their garbled words definitely mean something. Often times,  it is only the immediate family that can understand what they are trying to convey. 

    W is for Water

    When Ms. Papaya was all of 16 months she went to the US for the first time. Having spent over a year with us in India, she was more familiar with Marathi the language spoken at home.

    So she knew words like ‘nee-nee’ for sleep, ‘toh-toh‘ for bath and ‘paani‘ for water. Unfortunately, in her baby talk, paani came out as money.

    After a long flight and the wait through immigration, the first word she spoke on entering the US was “Money, Money”!

    Everyone stared at the little red-faced girl asking for a glass of water. None but us understood that Money for Ms. Papaya meant WATER.

    Now wasn’t that the right word to say in the land of capitalism?

    Ciao

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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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