Nowadays Sharanya is on a kissing spree. Having said that, the object here is only me and no one else. She'll amble towards me with her famous 'sweet-cute face', hold my face tenderly, the first kiss planted on my right cheek and the second one on the other, (the 'sweet-cute face' unchanged, mind you) which is then repeated with increasing velocity till she is tired (wishful thinking) or i get too ticklish/vexed (that's what usually happens).
Here are the times she's on a roll -
One, when I'm trying to potty train her. "Umma, Umma, Umma..." she'll go on... in the loo!!!! To distract me or herself, God only knows. "Sharanya, concentrate!" Ill dare her, as if Im teaching her multiplication tables, and then laugh at myself. . Concentrate on what?.. This madam's concentration would be like changing channels in a set top box wala cable connection. Some two hundred plus channels to watch. The more the channels, better it is.. you can keep surfing till an hour and yet not watch anything.
"Whatever's with moms and potties"
Second, When she knows she is in big trouble due to tearing off/breaking/spilling something. It also happens when she accidently pokes/hurts me while trying to show how her truck can fly above the sofa. She'll run to me and release her 'brahmastra'.
"Lemme remind mommie how sweet-cute i am so that mommie does not notice the not so sweet-cute thing that just happened".
Third, when I'm trying to put her to sleep. She'd be sleepy like crazy but dare she even close her eyes.. what if she misses one second of doing masti? "Amma! Bee" - she wants a story about a bee, one of the few that she usually likes listening to before shutting down. When i'm through and the bee would have happily lived after, by which time i would be almost whispering and not talking so that she goes to sleep, she'll shriek, "Amma Teetittan!" - which is the story about Sree Krishna. Unfortunatelly, i have a habit of making stories out of noting, or rather everything that interests her which comrises flowers, butterflies, her cousin brothers, ducks, monkeys, teddy bears, Mini Mouse, dollies and a few more hundred things. So basically this would go on for about half an hour and by then, i would have started breathing deeply and counting till ten so that my dhedh kilo ka haath doesnt fall blithly (okay not so blithly) on her pav kilo ka thigh. But the moment she feels she would not be able to keep her eyelids open, "umma, umma, umma....", she'll go on till there's no tomorrow.
"Maybe she'll get the point some day!"
And i did not tell you that Im totally amused by this behaviour of hers and i totally totally love it, specially because no one else gets this. I also haven't told you that no matter how irritated i would be, i would invariably end up giggling after each episode. But it is surely be one of the things ill tell her one day, years from now, and laugh out aloud.. like i do (even) now... :)
"Whatever's with moms and potties"
Second, When she knows she is in big trouble due to tearing off/breaking/spilling something. It also happens when she accidently pokes/hurts me while trying to show how her truck can fly above the sofa. She'll run to me and release her 'brahmastra'.
"Lemme remind mommie how sweet-cute i am so that mommie does not notice the not so sweet-cute thing that just happened".
Third, when I'm trying to put her to sleep. She'd be sleepy like crazy but dare she even close her eyes.. what if she misses one second of doing masti? "Amma! Bee" - she wants a story about a bee, one of the few that she usually likes listening to before shutting down. When i'm through and the bee would have happily lived after, by which time i would be almost whispering and not talking so that she goes to sleep, she'll shriek, "Amma Teetittan!" - which is the story about Sree Krishna. Unfortunatelly, i have a habit of making stories out of noting, or rather everything that interests her which comrises flowers, butterflies, her cousin brothers, ducks, monkeys, teddy bears, Mini Mouse, dollies and a few more hundred things. So basically this would go on for about half an hour and by then, i would have started breathing deeply and counting till ten so that my dhedh kilo ka haath doesnt fall blithly (okay not so blithly) on her pav kilo ka thigh. But the moment she feels she would not be able to keep her eyelids open, "umma, umma, umma....", she'll go on till there's no tomorrow.
"Maybe she'll get the point some day!"
And i did not tell you that Im totally amused by this behaviour of hers and i totally totally love it, specially because no one else gets this. I also haven't told you that no matter how irritated i would be, i would invariably end up giggling after each episode. But it is surely be one of the things ill tell her one day, years from now, and laugh out aloud.. like i do (even) now... :)
