I was going back to office after a long two weeks of being a lie-at-home-mother, and Sonny boy wasn't taking too kindly to it.
He had grown to expect me to be there to feed him or at least watch his Ammamma feed him, to be there to tell him stories and cuddle in the afternoon too, generally be around... all the time.....
So in the morning when he came to me with a helicopter whose rubber lining had fallen off the wheel, instead of pooh-poohing it off as I would have done so in the normal case, I took it up.
If I were to set right all the wheels Sonny boy has set wrong, that in itself would be a full time occupation for me. Sonny boy is c-r-a-z-y about his wheels. While I was lying in bed with chicken pox, he would while away his time by going around the 3 sides of the bed with some vehicle or the other fascinated by the wheels going round and round....
Tha Acha advised me not to bother with it, as it couldn't be set right. But the look on Sonny boy's face as he said that, made me direct my efforts towards the errant wheel once again. After some squeezing and pushing and pulling and manouevering, I finally got the rubber casing in place.
Sonny boy *looking up at me with admiration and delight*, "You're so strong girl, Amma! Thank you."
To his Acha, "Acha, Amma fixed it! She's very strong"
Tha Acha *having overheard the earlier conversation*, "yeah, your Amma's very strong.
Sonny boy,proudly, "Yeah, she's like Chota Bhim!
And to his Amma, "No, Amma?
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