I’ve made it a point that we all have dinner together at the table after the BF gets back from work. We have an early dinner, around 7:30 PM, so that we can start packing the kids off for sleep time around 9pm. Given the cold days and even colder nights, the twins are reluctant to come out of their comforters in the morning. Unless of course if they have slept well. Then they get up bright and early.
So dinner time is when we all get together and break bread. I mean that literally! The BF had bought two loaves of bread one day (on my insistence that two was better than one). The loaves were huge and had a zillion slices each. So we gave up on rice and rotis to finish the damn slices before they got stale :( . Anyhow, the kids love talking about the day at school, the teachers, classmates (no friends yet !), their Pune friends and mostly lots of idle talk . Lately though, we’ve been having some rather interesting things to talk about. Hear this :-
1) We were talking about why the twins need to eat the vegetables when suddenly, Shobby had a brainwave.
Shobby : Abbu, mai bhi apne bete ko vegetables khane bolunga.
BF : Huh?! What?
Shobby : (gives a loud sigh and explains as if to child) Jab mujhe bhi baby hoga, tab mai bhi unko vegetables khane bolunga.
BF : Ohh! Okay, good.
Lui : Shobby, aapko kitne babies chahiye.
Shobby : (promptly) TWO!!
Lui : Boys or girls??
Shobby : Boys!
Lui : Abbu, mujhe two girls chahiye.
BF : (looking totally baffled by now) Huh?!
Lui : Shobby, aapko girl chahiye?
Shobby : (After a thought) Yes. Two girls.
Lui : Ok. So you have 2 boys and two girls. That is four. I will have 3 boys and 3 girls (counting on fingers) Six children.
Both the kids look pleased as punch and beam at us.
Sitting across the table, the BF and me just shake our heads in wonder. Or was it sorrow?!!
2) Another day, another time. We are all having dinner. The BF was to leave us for a short trip to India (He’s left already even as I type this) and he was preparing the kids for his departure.
BF : Lui, I will go only for a few days. Be good and don’t trouble your mother.
Lui : (with all solemnity) yes Abbu. I will be good. But I will miss you so much.
(Here she makes her puppy dog face and the BF and barely control the pricking of tears in his eyes )
Lui : But I promise I will NEVER leave you and go.Ever, ever, EVER!
BF : What about when you get married?
Lui : Koi problem nahin? Mere husband ko bhi hamare saath rakhenge.
Here, both the BF and I almost choke on our food.
Me : What??
Lui : (looking very decisive) Dekho mummy, shaadi toh mai karungi hi, lekin, mere husband ko hamare ghar lekar aaoongi rehne ke liye.
The feminist in me did a fist-pump and cheered for her. The BF knit his brows…probably, the future worries him :P
3) The BF isn’t here. While we were having dinner, the twins got talking about the Pune home. I realize that they miss the space to run around, not only in our house but also our neighbours. They even miss the trips to the grocery store on the ground floor of the building to buy a packet of Maggi or Chocos (Oh the luxury of it all :| ). But I didnt realize that what they missed the most were the bathrooms and wash-basins :| . The twins started talking at length about how each of them could brush at a different sink without needing to share or how they could both attend nature’s call at the same time ( :roll: ) . For the record, we have only one washroom in the apartment here which has a large sink, commode and a tub . As I mulled over the things the kids were talking about, Shobby turns to me and says,
Shobby : Mummy, dekho. If I am taking bath, aur aapko bahut zor se toilet jaana hai, toh aap andar aa jana. Waise bhi curtain hai, aap mujhe nahin dekh sakte.
Lui : Haan mummy. Hum aapke liye adjust karne ke liye tayyar hai.
Me : Ya Allah!! The sacrifices these kids make for me :| :|
:D :D :D
Here are pics of the two struggling with chop-sticks. For the record, they did manage to finish their dinner with it :)