Whatt!! We don’t eat MOSTLY for breakfast!!

My son gets his lunch and breakfast (milk break with a snack) from his school itself. As they are young, the teacher urged the parents not to give kids heavy breakfast before they leave for school; otherwise they don’t take the meal properly. This defeats the very purpose of serving them mid day meal.

But for the past few days, he gets up very early in the morning. By the time, he leaves for school its almost 2 hours since he is up, and he insists on having his breakfast. BUT for him breakfast means EGGU WALEE BREAD!! (French toast he means to say). So, we all are forced to have eggs in breakfast almost every day.

Today morning, on the breakfast table, we had a round of discussion. My hubby missed having ‘Aloo Ka Paranthas’, since long time (Punjabis you see, we cannot stay away from paranthas). I told him, “Ask your son!! For him breakfast means EGGU WALEE BREAD”

Hubby teased me, “What does he say?”

I asked my son to confirm, “Tell me, what breakfast is?”

He went into a thoughtful mood.

My daughter tried to intervene. “You see. We eat mostly…”

At this he shouted, “Whatt!! We don’t eat mostly!!” His eyes wide open and agitated. “First we eat Roti (clever one…he was listening to the conversation and manipulated his answer) and then we eat EGGU WALEE BREAD!!”

Then with a sharp frown and disapproving look at his sister, “But we never eat mostly in our breakfast!!”

My daughter heaved a long breath, threw that hopeless kind of look at him, and resumed having her breakfast; leaving me and my hubby in peals of laughter.

My younger one – dancing on a popular Indian song

On a lovely rainy day, he woke up after a nice nap of two hours or so; had his feed and came over to my small store room (make shift computer room as well). I was hearing this lovely song..”Bindiya Chamkegi” and he started dancing. I had a mobile nearby, and I quickly shot it. Not a neat shot, yet a video for keeps.

Need a reminder to eat ‘Gems’ in pocket

Every morning my younger one insists on taking a toffee or chocolate or juice along with, something that he can share with his friends in the bus. We take care that it does not turn into a practice. But today morning, he made a real cute face while asking for it. My usual stern self melted, and I gave him a pack of Gems. I made him put it in his sweat shirt’s pocket.

With a deep frown on his forehead, “Why are you keeping it in my pocket?”

His Dad, “So that you don’t lose it!”

“Hmm!! What if I forget to eat it?”

“So what? You can bring it back home and share it with your Didi.”

“Nooooo!! No way!! You do one thing…please write it down on a paper that I have to eat my Gems. Hand it to me, so that I remember it”

“But sweetheart!! How will you read it? You have just started with the alphabets!!”

THE NAUGHTY ONE

YOu are my sister…not my MOM!!!

My younger one never fails to dramatize each situation. A slight spank or even simple pat on his back will be responded by his somersaulting twice or thrice and you see him in an aggressive Kung Fu pose with his fists ready to hit. No…he is NOT attending any KungFu or Taekwondoo classes. God knows from where he has picked up the actions and response system (but let me tell you the guy has an innate talent here).

He shares his bedroom with his sister, and is usually responsible for spoiling the room. Yesterday he made it really messy. The moment she entered the room, she fumed. She started, “What kind of child you are?..you always spoil the room and then mom scolds me..how can you do this …”

Five minutes later he came to my room…his fists clenched, teeth gritted and nostrils flared…his chin was tilted inside and his eyes were staring straight into my eyes.

“Let me make one thing clear!! She is my sister..not my mom!!”

With my mouth open I gaped at him for a minute. When he turned his back to return to his room…I came to realize what he said…and then

“Hey wait!! What did you say? That poor girl cleans the room at least half a dozen times a day …and you are talking like this…wait!!”

Minute later, I and he were running all across the home like Tom and Jerry..no prize for guessing who was Tom and who was Jerry

Mom, whatz a Shaturmurg?

Kids have unique ways of testing your patience, isn’t it? And trust my daughter to think of new ways, every morning.

My daughter’s school is just 5 mins distance on a scooter. The on footers are supposed to reach school by 7:40 AM. Usually we make sure that she reaches school by 7:35 AM, so that she is well settled before the class starts, and she values the concept of punctuality.

Today, I overslept for half an hour and my whole day got upside down. I woke up with a jerk that instantaneously triggered headache. I was late in my daily rituals – my bathing, and going to Gurudwara. When I came back from Gurudwara, it was already 7:10 AM, and I had just 20 minutes to pack her lunch and make her breakfast. Thanks to Kissan Jam, I quickly packed a Parantha with Jam, and made a quick tea for her. Meanwhile her dad did her hair. There was an urgency in our actions, but her majesty had no panic/urgency in her routine…slowly and slowly she put her lunch box in bag..monitored her bag…then thought over whether she should take her pink pencil or blue pencil..(time 7:35 AM)

7:37 AM: She slowly comes and picks up her tea, bites an apple slice, and again that thoughtful mood. It was as if I was watching a film in slow motion.

7:38 AM: I frowned at her, with my head spinning with headache. “Whats wrong with you, honey? Can’t you see, you are late?”

“Mom..What is Shaturmurg?”

“Ostrich”

“Whats the logic behind naming it Shaturmurg…I mean they could have named him well, given that poor animal a better name”

I gritted my teeth, “Can we discuss it later? You are getting late!!!!”

“Mom!! You remember, people say always answer your kids’ queries.”

“Ahhhh!!!!!” I stared at her…and stared at her. She finished her tea and rushed to school.

Thankfully, our clocks run 5 minutes ahead the usual time…otherwise she would have been a late comer to school today.

Participating in VAW Month

This October is the Violence Against Women Awareness Month, and I am participating in it. Are you guys with me?

I had my first brush with domestic violence scenario recently. It was late evening, and my hubby had to pick a package from local courier company. I and kids were sitting in the car, when I spotted a couple sitting on the side railing of the road. Both looked from a well to do family. I admired the girl’s beauty initially…but gradually observed that she was crying. The guy was speaking furiously. Suddenly he got up and motioned her to sit on scooter with her. She refused. By now..they had my full attention. Suddenly he slapped her…I gasped in shock…I had never ever seen any grown up woman being slapped like that…moments later he twisted her arm…and she cried in pain. I impulsively got out of the car. Both observed me…the moment I took a step towards them, she motioned me to back off. I never ever felt so helpless before. She sat behind the scooter and went off

All I could do was look worriedly behind them. Ahhh!! I feel so bad even now.

What could I do? After all, it was their personal matter. I followed the Bell Bajao concept; yet could not do anything to help her out