Twenty- five Seven

Squishy like Play-Doh

April 18, 2020

Keeping little ones out of mischief is tough. Especially when you take them out to dinner. You don’t want them running around the restaurants. Nor do you want them to play with the tableware.

Daughter No.1 has devised a wonderful way of keeping them occupied. She pulls out small tubs of Play-Doh and gives one to each child. They can spend hours literally squishing the moulding clay into shapes without dirtying themselves or the table.

But I myself have spent hours getting the Play-Doh out of a pile carpet. That can be hell. So it’s not exactly my favourite way to keep them occupied.

My attitude changed completely when one day Ms. Papaya cuddled up to me and squeezed my ample upper arm and said

“Aji you are like Play-doh. You’re so soft and squishy and you don’t ever get hard.”

Now every time I see some Play-Doh I actually feel some kinship and feel like giving it a nice, tight squeeze.

Ciao,

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Do join me as I share my adventures with my Little People.

Photo for the Featured Image is taken from Pixabay.
Old Men have No Hair

April 17, 2020

As mentioned in earlier posts Ms. Papaya has a fascination with hair or the lack of it. All three are equally fascinated with death and old age.

They keep asking me questions about how old I am. Or how old will I be when they are 10 or so. They ask if I will have my teeth, whether my legs will pain and all sorts of questions that don’t make Old Age a very attractive propposition.

One day Ms. Papaya had lunch with Little Po and his other grandfather ( whom she adores). After dinner when they were listening to their afternoon tale, very unabashedly, she looked up and p0inted to Abu’s head.

The poor man was trying to think of a suitable answer when Little Po piped up

“ NOTHING! He has NO hair because he’s OLD!”

While Abu’s hair has thinned because he has aged, it was definitely not flattering for someone who isn’t doddering and still cuts a handsome figure in his Operating Theatre.

Do you think the loss of hair is the result of old age? Do all old men have no hair?

Ciao

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Do drop by every day and follow the wisdom of my Little People.
New York! New York!

April 16, 2020

I recently read in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book ‘City of Girls’ that New York ‘is a city that gets born anew in the fresh eyes of every young person who arrives here for the first time.’

I was awestruck when I first saw it on top of a Hop On Hop Off Bus but it was only when my dear friend in Basking Ridge actually took me up there a few times did I get over the fear and awe that I felt in this place.

By my last visit, I was beginning to feel comfortable

But my dear Ms. Papaya was only all of two when she first drove up to the City. She took to it like a duck to water.

While returning to her home in New Jersey, she turned back from time to time, to peer at the receding skyline and said confidently

“New York City I’ll be back! No Choice!”

I wonder how long it will be before she fulfils this prophecy.

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 drop by every day and follow the wisdom of my Little People.

Squishy like Play-Doh

Old Men have No Hair

New York! New York!