Diary of a 4.5 yo and his mamma

Mamma, I did a funny fart!
What’s a funny fart?
The fart was singing a song!

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Let’s eat.
No I want to play with my toys for some time.
Ok then let’s eat at 8 o’clock.
No, let’s eat at 20 o’clock.
Perfect!

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Is it holaday today?
No it’s school day.
But I want it to be holaday.
But it’s school day.
Then I’m going to turn my teacher into an alligator.

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Waiting for school bus.
Re: Mamma, lets play dance dance. I will hold you and you must twirl like a pwincess.
Me: But I am not a princess.
Re: It’s okay, you can twirl.

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Re: Is today Saturday?
Me: No, it’s Thursday.
Re: Then I’m going to call it Saturday!

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So I get home after two days at the Hyderabad Lit Fest to find that the boy hasn’t been bathed. I ask him, “So, why haven’t you had a bath?”
“Because you was apsent.”

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Fridge had six macaroons.
And then there were two.
Me to Re: Did you eat the macaroons?
Re: No, I didn’t eat them. My mouth eated them.

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Can I watch some Floating Palace?
But you have to eat.
I can eat and watch.
Ok.
But when Sofia dances, then I want to dance with her.
Hmm.
Don’t say hmmm, say okay.

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Mamma, I want to be a mermaid.
But yesterday you wanted to be a butterfly!
Yes, but today is holaday.
Whatever.

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“Look, a full moon,” I point to Re, excitedly.
“That’s not the moon. That’s a moon monster.”

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Me to Re: You look worried. What happened?
Re: Pwincess Vivienne has turned into a butterfly!
Me: Oh, don’t worry, she’ll turn back into a princess.
Re: I don’t want her to turn into a pwincess. I also want to be a butterfly.

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Missed the bus.
Me dropping Re.
“What are you going to tell the teacher?’
‘You say mamma.’
‘No, you say. It’s your teacher.’
‘We missed the bus because we were watching Jake and the Neverland pirates!’

Satyamev Jayate.

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“I can’t go to school because I have turned into a fairy!”

Welcome to my week!

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8 am fruit politics:
Re: This is not a watermelon.
Me: There’s only yellow melon today.
Re: I don’t want to eat this. I ony want red watermelon.
Me: Then don’t eat.
Re: Okay. I will eat. But I’m going to call it papaya. I’m telling you now ony.

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Re and I walking down the stairs, me in front. I’m wearing a maxi-dress that’s trailing behind.
Re: Mamma, your dwess is doing jhadoo to the steps.
Me: Oh, ok, I will walk properly.
Re: You can also lift your dwess and walk. Like a pwincess.

So I walked like a pwincess and felt really good.

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Today is teleshunal day.
What’s that?
We haffto wear dhoti-kutta.
Oh! Traditional day?
Yes, that onwy.

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Boy poured some of his Bournvita into my tea. Here mamma, have teavita!

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Boy points to poster of ‘Shuddh Desi Romance’ and says, “That didi is so happy with that bhaiyya!”
Yes, she is, I say. “I must tell Yashraj.”
Who is Yashraj, he asks. “Is it her dadda?”
“Yashraj is everyone’s dadda!”

We are talking movies! This is the day I’ve been waiting for:)

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Boy and I in doughnut shop. Boy gets his regular ‘chocolate with speckles’.
Older boy walks in with his dad, and elaborately chooses five ( and gets a sixth free). Decides to show off.
‘I got six and you only got one, he he he he.’
Boy thinks of appropriate retort. Descends from the bar-stool and stands full length in front of older boy ( who is roughly half a foot taller) and says, ” I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your doughnuts down.”
Thank you, Three Little Pigs!

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Why are you sad mamma?
I’m not sad. I’m pensive.
But you are not a pencil. You are a mamma.

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22 thoughts on “Diary of a 4.5 yo and his mamma

  1. lalli must say you are the most onderful mommy in the world …to help your child evolve so beautifully…and to grab each moment so beautifully. loved each conversation especially teleshun and papaya

  2. So here I am , in office reading this post (my manager sits behind me) and I am desperately trying to stop the giggles that are trying to burst out. so I grad a bottle of water and try to pretend that I am doing work ( reading the post in reality) and read this line “Okay. I will eat. But I’m going to call it papaya. I’m telling you now ony.”
    The next thing I know is that there’s water all over my laptop and my manager is looking over my shoulder and giving me a dirty look.
    But hey — we need more from Re to keep our sanity around crazies..

  3. Lalita this one is the best indeed. Loving to read your book on preg as well.. can totally relate to reality 🙂 thank you for all the smiles and motivation by your words..

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