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Parents must be crazy

Dear all,

I am a born optimist. If in 20 years I say "can't', "not possible", "No way", "what rubbish", "Nope"....etc etc please blame my parents and anyone else around me right now. They are such pessimists. I keep proving them wrong whenever they say "O it'll hurt you", "Don't do that, it's dangerous", "Stop right now, you'll fall" etc etc, but they just won't accept it! Pah...

Sambar podi is fully safe. Look I've opened the box. It's on my finger now. Ooo- run and catch game- mommy behind me- run run run... see?!?! it's safe. My eyes are watering a little bit but that's because I was laughing and shaking the box for extra effect!

I can fit inside the bottom drawer of the TV cabinet. If I can just get this wire out of the way.. There! it's not bothering me now- except for that loud noise - hmm...Ooo look funny box with red and green light on the floor. Ok. I'm in the drawer. If I could just get my fingers in just before I close the door...Ouch- next time I'll do it with better timing. Why is amma pulling me out of the room?!?!

OM! So this is what Appa lights every morning. Hmm. it tastes like...CHALK! Yummm. What does it taste like before it's lit? where is that box- Appa keeps it in the back. Ah there it is. Hmm. tastes like.... I don't know- but it's very interesting. O God.. why is Amma always looking for me.

Look I can swing without holding on... Ok small slip but it's Amma's fault- those pants are so slippery- i would've slipped anyway!

Amma look. My friends and I found this utterly amazing gift we have- When we pull the grass, it comes out ALONG with the mud. How unbelievingly stupendous is that! AND the mud hangs onto my nails...Ok why is she glaring?!?!?

Lotion is nice- I like lotion. It's good for my skin. It smells nice. Lots and lots and lots on my tummy. Ok some for little dress also and for teddy toy.... :( she snatched it away. So weird- first she says I have to put lotion on. Then she says "What are you doing. Aggghhhhh don't waste it.." Just can't understand these adults. They need to go to school!

I am always so careful. Look I'll cut your nails for you- it won't hurt OK. Uh oh... some blue stuff- or is it red..black... brown??? sorry my mom's still not good with teaching colours yet... Amma look some funny coloured water is coming out of my toe.. Why does she always look so wide -eyed to me! I hope I don't inherit this wide-eyed habit of hers!

I am so good with books- I made two out of one..and I still got that funny wide -eyed look. This time I also got a "you are going to get a spanking if you do that again. Books are like God. How will you learn anything if you destroy them..."

Sometimes I feel bad for her cos she's old and forgetful and looks tired in the evening. So sometimes I just walk over and give her a kiss and call her 'sweettiiiii' and she'll forget why she was wide-eyed a minute ago! That way parents are so gullible. It's funny in a way. But I let them believe they are in charge- just so they feel good and don't end up with self-esteem issues. As it is they are such pessimists- I wouldn't be able to handle other emotional issues if they had any.

Let's just hope I remain an optimist and turn my parents around some day!

:)
Sahasra






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  1. BPAugust 6, 2013 at 9:38 PM

    Here I am hoping things will get better.. but this obviously brings me crashing down to reality :D :D

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