And its a sixer again!

This weekend, I'd been house hunting, and probably due to the dust, was down with a sore throat on Sun, along with fever. Found there was no Crocin in the medecine box, no Sinarest either, so went to borrow one form my neighbour. It was about 8.30 pm and there was a lovely, cool breeze outside in the corridor, which was an open stretch.
Sonny boy came running along delightedly after putting on his slippers, as the said neighbour happened to be the mother of two of his favourite cohorts.
Just outside the door, he stopped and gasped at the wind which gushed in strongly through the open door.
"How nice and sunny day, elle Amma??" He opined delightedly, hopping along holding my hand.

Well, I know his playschool has taught him the funda of sun and moon, but they've certainly taught him something more....that 'nice and sunny' is associated with something very nice and enjoyable indeed.

The questions he asks!

Sonny boy's little intellect is teeming with questions these days.
Nearly every communication that we have delivers little gems. And while it is with utmost difficulty that I manage to keep a straight face sometimes, I do try to answer most of them as honestly and to-the-point as possible.


Yesterday, we were going through his nightly ablutions. He was doing susu prior to me giving him a body bath, while I was cleansing my face.
Idly came the question, "Amma, you want to do susu...?"
"You do susu fast", cut short the Amma, sensing an imminent barrage of questions.
But the idea had started in his little brain. "Amma, where your susu come from? From your stomach??!!"


Some days back, he asked me if he could do something- I forget what.
And I told him, "OK, but only once."
"Oh! Only ones? No twos, Amma?"
"No, Sonny boy, no twos."


The Acha and I sometimes have radically different ideas of how to deal with Sonny boy in particular and life in general. And we used to talk openly on several things in front of Sonny boy. Once he started understanding what we were speaking, we were amazed at the extent to which Sonny boy absorbed our conversations even when he seemed lost in his toys. Not a good trend, we agreed. So we used to speak on certain things in Hindi.
We thought he didn't notice, till tonight, a very indignant Sonny boy said,
"Hey! What is THAT?"
"What is what, Sonny boy?"

"What is that thing you are talking?"
We'd been talking in Hindi!


Sometimes, its not questions, but statements that leave us dumbfounded and groping for sense. Like,
"Acha, today Nakul is husband."
"Husband, Sonny boy??!" Another husband was most baffled. He looked at me in half bewilderment, half dread. After all, you never know with kids these days.
"Yes, Acha, he have fever."
Turned out that Nakul was just absent that day.


And sometimes, his statements have a perfect kiddy logic to them.
Like the time he told me his bath water was rising up to the ground.
The water had been filling up in the bucket and when it reached the top, it overflowed.
Truly, it rose up to the ground.


Ah, Sonny boy, sometimesI long to keep you this way, innocent and unspoilt yet by external moulding. But life has to go forward, and soon, you'll be teaching me things I don't know.
But till then, my Sonny boy, till then, I will hold your little gems close to my heart.

Of crickets and footballs.

Last weekend, we'd made a sudden trip by road to my hometown in Kerala. Part of the way is very picturesque, us having to pass by wildlife sanctuaries in Wynad.

On our return, we had the windows wound down and the breeze was in our faces and hair, and the fresh air and green aurroundings were very pleasant. Sonny boy was on the lookout for monkeys and elephants, and so were we.

On a particular winding curve, we rounded a clump of thick trees and I could hear that distinctive buzz of crickets in the air...
I clasped Sonny boy and put my face close to his and said,
"Sonny boy, listen! Can you hear that sound? Its crickets. They're somewhere beyond those trees... "
And he put his cheek against mine and the two of us listened.

And then when we were past that curve, the busy buzz died down, and I looked at Sonny boy and smiled and said,
"Did you hear them, Sonny boy?"

Enthusiastically,
"Yes! O couse I did. And some football also!"

Sonny boy Speak- 3

I AM glad I maintain this blog.

Some days back, the Acha and Sonny boy were playing with his toys, when one went missing and Sonny boy ran to the bedroom saying it was there...
The Acha said, "But Sonnyboy, isn't it drak in there?"
Sonny boy came out of the room giggling and then clapped his hand to his forehead. "Its not drak, Acha, it 's dark darrrk, daRRRRk. You don't know ANYthing"
And he proceeded laughing to his toys. Leaving a highly indignant Acha spluttering. And the Amma laughing at both of them



The new phrase in the household is "you /he/she don't know ANYthing."
We hear this sentence at least 5 times in a day, given that we see him for only about half the day. It all started when we'd gone home to Kerala and my sister was teaching Sonny boy. Now she, like me, learnt abcs without the phonetics.
So there she was teaching Sonny boy that 'see' was for cat, and 'eee' was for elephant, and 'gee' was for grapes.. and Sonny boy at first couldn't believe that here finally was an adult who knew less than him.The he thought she was making fun of him and he was getting irate, which was when I popped onto the scene.
Sonny boy latched onto me instantly and said, "Amma, Moothamma don't know C (the phonetic sound) for, Moothamma don't know A for, Moothamma don't know ANYthing!!
His whole tone was so why am i learning from this ignoramus???

For sometime after that, whenever anybody was an ignoramus as per Sonny boy, he'd go ,
"You don't know ANYthing. You're like Moothamma!"
and he'd chortle along with the rest of us who'd be guffawing. Moothamma is most indignant at this, but the phrase has stuck.



Sonny boy just might grow up to be an economist, maybe...
For he's been making new currencies.
The other day we were in the temple on New Year's Day. Sonny boy loves to put money into the temple 'bhandaram' as he loves to hear the tinkle of the money falling down and joining its mates below. So, as usual, when he saw the bhandaram, he said,
"Amma, I want paisa, give me paisa".
I took out a note and gave it to him, when he said,
" Amma, I don't want this. I want circle paisa. I don't want rectangle paisa"
He got his circle paisa.



He's a pastmaster at the art of conning people. When we're really mad at him , he comes with a forlorn face (you'd think he was taught dramatics in playschool, with the expressions he can cook up on his face) and asks, "Amma, you happy to me?"
Given his naughtiness quotient, and my (and the Acha's) impatience quotient, now this has become even more frequently uttered than 'you don't know ANYthing'. To the extent that even the Acha and Amma and assorted relatives have taken to asking one another at times of differing opinions, "You happy to me?"



You stu not work so late.
You stu come home early.
You stu be happy to me.
You stu tell me story....
Stu is the new should.
You stu all use it, my bloggie friends. Its great.

sonny boy's progress in life.

It seems ages since I posted anything, I've been swamped in work- mine and not mine too. I'm starting to realise that in a big growing company you can't say "hellooo.... that's not what I was taken in for..." Am not too sure that I like the added responsibility. Or rather, I would have, if not for a sweet little boy waiting at home for his Amma who has hardly any time to play with him these days.

Sonny boy is a-growing and and a-learning and a-talking and a-goofing - big time. Sometimes I laugh so in my head thinking of all the things he gets up to..

Like for instance, last week a new grocery store opened up near our house, so we went to check it out. We made our purchases and were stading in line to pay our bill, when Hubby saw this pack of Orbit and chucked that too into our bag. At which immediately a pair of eyes opened wide and turned around to squarely face his Accha.
"Accha, you're a COW? We have a COW at home? that is for COWS!"
All the onlookers who heard laughed too, along with us.

I really do think the maker of this ad deserves an award. For when we got home, Sonny boy's dear next-door pal was waiting for him. The little eyes immediately spotted the Orbit pack and,
"Sonny boyyyy!!! this is for COWS!" and both of them laughed gleefully.
And this from two boys who haven't yet learnt their alphabet and don't know to string two letters to form a word!
Well! we may not be COWS, but chew we definitely intend to!

Its admission time folks, and we're busy doing the rounds, like any other maddened parent. The first school we went to (DPS) Sonny boy went in cheerfully enough, for his assessment/observation, holding the hand of his pretty teacher. We anxiously waved him off. After 5-10 minutes he came out even more cheerfully holding a lollipop in his hand. We eagerly asked him,
"Sonny boy, what did you in there?"
Pat came the response, with a beatific smile, "NOTHING"
I should have known. He's never voluntarily told us anything he gets up to in his playschool, why would it be any different all of a sudden? Sigh!

Yesterday we were learning about insects and how many legs they had. Do any of you erudite mothers know how many legs a flyhome has? Six! And do you know what the flyhome is? I'll wait for the responses. *smile*

Bits and pieces

We all speak Sonny-boy-speak these days. See if you can speak it too.

One lawn sets off another. So please cover your mouth while lawning.

How yootiful! The showers....(he's still not managed flowers)

One rumber, two rumber, three rumber...and so it goes...

Sumburry's at the door, who could it be?

These days, he's taken to setting down the rules for me.
"When sumburry's playing train, not to disturb!"
This, when I'm calling him to eat dinner. Can you beat that? And this is said in a perfectly serious tone, complete with finger held up admonishingly.
He never says 'When I'm playing..' or whatever, because we try to train him saying- when somebody's reading the newspaper, you should not disturb. so he too brings sumburry in.
Small wonder, Mr. Sumburry's very much part of the family now.

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And yip yip yipppeeee!
The Ammamma's coming over again. Sonny boy and I are going to pick her up this weekend and we'll be back on Mon morn.
As of now, I still haven't found a maid, so am still doing the housework and officework and nanny work and its all getting to be too much. And Sonny boy still has his Puja hols, (school re-opens Mon, hallelujah!) so he keeps being shunted around between the two of us as we try to accomodate each other's work schedules and his needs as well.
And this is what the mother had to say when she told me she was coming.
"You and Hubby can do whatever and manage, but I'm coming for poor Sonny boy. Why should that poor darling suffer?"
This is what I call rank ingratitude. She forgets she was a Mom first and only then an Ammamma. After all, if not for me and the Hubby, she wouldn't have a Sonny boy, would she?

I shall leave you to ponder on the injustice of that, peoples. Happy weekend!

Pssstt! YAYYYYY!! She's coming!