Ever tried winning an argument with a 4-year old?
Chances are, you’d either look smug after outwitting them, or, you’ll be left baffled with their line of reasoning with their limited knowledge.
With me, its mostly the latter. The twins, at almost 5 , have started bombarding me with the kind of logic and one liners that usually shut me up while I try and reconcile myself with what they’ve just said. Of the two though, its Shobby who gives out the googlies most. He may be just 3’3″ in height, but his mind mostly works on adult time zone !
Here are some snippets of recent conversations with the brat :-
We were back home after an engagement in the family . I was in the kitchen, making some tea for all the relatives who had come back home with us. Shobby, who has a keen interest in all that I’m cooking, piped in with a question, “Mumma, where is M chachu”.
“He’s gone out”, I said.
“Bachche laane ke liye gaye hain?”(Has he gone out to get kids?), he asks.
“What?? Bachche kyun lekar ayenge?“(Why would he go out to get kids?), I wondered aloud.
“Unki shaadi ho gayi na, issliye. Shaadi ke baad bachche milte hain na“(Because he got married. After marriage one gets kids), he reasoned. Obviously, by ‘gets’ he means that kids are bought on the market 🙄
It was all I could do to keep bursting out aloud with laughter 🙂
It took me some time to tell him the difference between an engagement and a wedding 🙂
One day, we (me and the kids) were enjoying a lazy afternoon on the bed, with the kids rolling all over me and each other. In between, Shobby, in a rare show of affection, cupped my face in his tiny hands and gave me a keen look. It was a tad unnerving because he tends to look a LOT like his father when he gives that kind of a look. Just when I was wondering when the kid’s scrutiny will get over, he gives a big sigh and obviously referring to my pimples, says, “Mumma, aapke face mein kitne spots ho gaye hai. Please drink more water. Paani peene se aapke sab spots chale jayenge. Yeh sach baat hai (Mumma, you have many spots on your face. If you drink water, all your spots will go away. This is the truth)”.
So solemn was his look and so sincere his advice, I killed the laughter bubbling in my throat and punished him with a volley of kisses 🙂
And Oh! When we had that accident a few months back, water therapy was suggested to the BF to cure the wounds and pain. In Shobby’s own words, “Abbu, agar aap roz roz, hamesha ke hamesha bahut saara paani piyoge, toh aapka sab pain chala jayega” (Abbu, if you have water everyday and forever, then all your pain will go away).
Point noted. Water is drunk in abundance now 😀
On a recent trip to a resort near Pune, Shobby had this to say as he took survey of the room assigned to us.
“Mumma, yeh ghar achcha hai, lekin ek problem hai. Badi problem“(Mumma, this house is nice, but there is a problem. A big problem).
“What problem babes”, I asked.
“No kitchen 😦 . Yeh ghar mein kitchen nahin hai. Yeh bahut hi problem wali baat hai”(There is no kitchen here. It is a very big problem), says he with a disappointed nod of his head !
“But why?”, I wondered aloud.
“Arre baba, khana kaise banayenge?”(How will we cook food?), he bristled.
“Err….we are at a resort sweetiepie. We don’t cook here. We get readymade food”.
“Achchaaaaa!! Toh aisi baat hai. Yeh toh mujhe pata nahin thha. Theek hai, phir koi problem nahin hai“(Ohh. Is it. I didn’t know this.Okay, then there is no problem).
For a kid who loves the idea of cooking, a missing kitchen is a big deal indeed!
In my previous post, I already mentioned how Shobby has directed his entire focus of attention towards his father. Each time I call out to him for a hug or a kiss, he goes, “Mumma……...abhi Abbu ki chance hai na!”(Mumma, its Abbus turn now).
Its frequent enough to drive me up the wall 😐
When the BF had come back, he made sure to get loads of clothes and toys for the kids. Lui was in a happy state of mind, excited about all the new things and went about gushing about her gifts.
Shobby, meanwhile, walks up to the BF, puts his tiny arms around the BF’s neck and says in the most serious voice, “Abbu, aapne hamare liye kitne saare gifts laaye. Thank you Abbu”(Abbu, you have brought so many gifts for us. Thank you).
The BF was teary eyed and choked for quite some time.
One day, the BF was playing with the kids (on his India visit in May). In between, he was feeling a tad upset that he’ll soon have to go back again.
“Shobby, when I go back, I’ll remember you a lot. What will I do then”, he mock lamented to Shobby.
“Abbu, mere paas ek idea hai. App yeh iPhone se meri photo lo. Jab meri yaad ayegi, tab yeh photo dekho” (Abbu, I have an idea. Take my snap with your iPhone. When you think of me, see my photo”.
“Achcha?! Photo dekhne se kya hoga” (Really? What happens on seeing a photo?), persisted the BF.
Shobby, with the maturity of a centenarian says, “Meri yaad nahin ayegi. Aisa hi hota hai” (You will not miss me. This is how it always happens).
Needless to say, the BF stores up countless snaps and videos of the twins on his iPhone 🙂
Sometimes, I call Shobby a Rat. Only because he’s so tiny, but so sharp 🙂
He also has a cute way of getting into our covers for a cute snuggle.
One day, as I was watching the twins play and saw the vast difference in heights of the two kids, I lamented loudly,”Shobby darling, when will you grow tall?!!”
“I wont”, he replied confidently,”Mai aapka rat hoon. Rats big nahin hote” (I’m your rat. Rats dont grow tall).
Yeah, right. A part of me does wish that you always remain my tiny little boy whom I can carry and cuddle all I want 🙂 . And I hope and pray you continue to provide me blog fodder with all your talk 😀
I’m being mean, but cant help it can I ? I’m a relegated-to-the-the-sidelines-mom at the moment. Better take revenge while I have the chance 😉