Can I show you my etchings?

Children are so cute and innocent. Yesterday, we had gone to visit one of our friends who's going abroad shortly to join her husband. Her daughter T, is Sonny boy's first and most preferred girl friend, and she too has a special place for Sonny boy in her little life.

While I was staying at home last year, she used to be a frequent visitor, dropping in on her way back from her daycare, or walking back with Sonny boy and me from the park....but once I went back to work, there was just no time for neighbours/friends on a weekday.

She's chubby and very cute, and had pretty shoes, and bangles, and all the girlie trinkets, that she proudly brandished for all to admire, and Sonny boy fell for her, hook, line and sinker.

He normally had a problem allowing other kids to get on his tricycle, which he'd just learnt to pedal, but for T, he would willingly get off, and push her all around on his tricycle. While they did of course have the occasional squall, he was more occupied with her than with his other peers. Their respective eyes would light up at the mention of the other. They have exchanged toys and clothes. And they have taught each other about the basics of the birds and the bees.

One evening, T's Mom and I were at home, since both our husbands were late and were coming back together. T and Sonny boy were having a ball at the extended playtime. They finished dinner too, both of them eating the better for having the other around. And after dinner came potty for T. Off she was carted to sit on the kiddy seat, and since it was potty and would take time, T's Mom and I went back to chatting in the living room. After a while T finished, and was being washed by her Mom in the bathroom, when Sonny boy sidled up to me, buried his face in my legs and said, with bashfulness, puzzlement and wonder dancing in his eyes, "Amma, T has no susu? Sonny boy has susu- see.." and here he patted his crotch lovingly. T' kku onnu illa!" (T has nothing!).

I was hard put to contain my amusement, but I told him that T had a different susu. Before any further questions came, T and Mom came back, and I related this laughingly to T's Mom. Who rolled her eyes and said, "Thank God roles weren't reversed. Else T would have wanted to know why Sonny boy had something where he peed. And would have wanted the same!"



A year passed, and yesterday, when we were at T's home, T wanted to do susu. And she went running off to the loo, and then called- "Sonny boy, don't you want to come and see me do susu?" And T's Mom rolled her eyes again and we laughed, holding an eager Sonny boy behind. I wonder when would be the best time to show T this post of mine? When she's a teenager, perhaps?