It has been a while since I wrote to you. Before the heartless time sweeps away the little memories of your mischief from my rickety brain, let me jot them down for you in bullet points. Then, one day when I embarrass you with narrations and you claim they are half baked , I shall have documented proof to show 😀
- I have a poor little ponytail which makes appearance only at home where the audience cannot go ‘tch tch’ at its bare existence. But, seems like , you are all eyes for this little ensemble of hair haphazardly bunched and held with a rubber band on my head. The moment I carelessly dump myself on the floor after a long day, you usually sneak up from behind gripping the ponytail and tugging hard until I scream. Lot of helpless giggling happens even when Amma pretends all serious to say ‘No!!’.
- You see me in and around the kitchen most times and I hardly noticed how much you were observing until you started sitting down on the kitchen floor with a vessel and spoon pretending to cook already! On good days, me and Appa get fed from your vessel direct into the mouth.Yumm! 😉
- The bathroom door opens up unlimited possibilities for your games. One of them being ‘The toilet challenge!’. The rules are simple – Run inside as soon as the door opens, make a head dash towards the toilet commode, touch the toilet seat and turn to Amma with a flash of wickedly naughty smile ..while she jumps to stop you. She’ll say ‘Noooooo!’ and cringe before proceeding to wash your hands. It’s way too funny for you- that look on Amma’s face. You don’t want to miss it when the bathroom door opens – every. single. time.
- When none of your other ideas to make Amma jump out of her skin works, there are always the drawers. Yes, you love them – all of them. Be it cosmetic drawer with nail polish and mascara, Appa’s drawer with shaving gel and nail cutter, laundry drawer with socks and chaddis – you know how to open them, hurl out the contents and make the room look gorgeous , all within a matter of few seconds I take to enter the scene.
- You have 4 bunny teeth now – just four , 2 in the bottom front and 2 right above them. But, somehow that makes you think you are the master of biting business. Not only do you demand the carrot and breadsticks to chomp with those four, but also the hard and crunchy murukku/chakkuli. It doesn’t stop there though. The true test of those fiery weapons is carried out on the unsuspecting victim , namely Amma, sitting on the sofa, minding her work. There is a warm salivating feeling on her legs and the next thing she knows you are hanging on to her pants digging your teeth into her legs. If she is not fast enough to pull away, it only implies you to try your skills with more vigour.No form of strict warning is able to make you stop smiling in glee.
- Though this stage has quickly passed, and you don’t do it anymore, here is another one to remember.
You: Mammammm..mammamm..* pointing to the kitchen cupboard *
Me: Paapu, are you hungry?
Me: I said, are you hungry?
Me: Want anything to eat?
Me: Want some milk?
Me: Here, have a snack then.
You: * munching * ( happily walks away with the snack )
…Yes, you were capable of having an entire conversation with just the ‘Eh’. To notice the subtle variations in tone and decipher your expression was totally upto us.I hope we passed the test 😀
- You love shoes. And wearing them. And walking out wearing them. And walking out wearing them without your pants on. No problem there 😛
- Everyone has their own comfort position to sleep. Some sleep on their back, some on their tummy and some on their sides. But you are , as I see it, special! You sleep on your face. The hands, legs, back and butt hang there , all balanced by the face. I call it the ‘bottoms up!’ position 😀
- If there is something that you adore more than..ahem..your Amma, it is..err, not the Appa ( of course he comes later) – it is ‘Bow Bow’! In other words, you are totally in love with dogs. The moment you spot one, you have to point at it and shout ‘Bow Bow!!”, as if that was the first time you spotted a canine. The next thing , you follow it full speed. Doesn’t matter if the owner of the dog is walking it away, far off in the park. Doesn’t matter if Appa-Amma are left behind gaping at their 15 month old walking after a dog with no plans to even look back! I know you’ll want a pet sooner than you can spell D-O-G. But, I love them too. So, Yay! 🙂
At 15 months, you are such a delight Paapu. I would not have you any other way! Many a times, my heart swells with so much love, there is no word or action to manifest the feeling. Those are the times when I tickle you hard and bury my face in your sweet smelling tummy for as long as I can.