<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:40:40.725-07:00</updated><category term='How they look at it'/><category term='Kids&apos; words'/><category term='Baby Blabs'/><category term='Big Words'/><category term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Amma's Ponnu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-1056904107741028572</id><published>2010-09-02T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:55:49.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Gloomy &amp; indeed</title><content type='html'>I was asking my husband K in my daughter T's presence, "Are you going to Bombay for that meeting tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Yes." (He was going on work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T immediately commented with her bit, "'Yes' Appa says gloomily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomily? I asked her. Yes, she said. So I asked her what she meant. She explained, "Oru madhiri, dark and the clouds will be like a ghost...or like a cave...he is saying 'Yes' in a very sad voice. that is called 'gloomy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told T that she would need to keep her hairclips safe. She replied with: "Indeed, I have kept them safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed? I ask her in amazement. What does that mean? She explains patiently, "See here, 'They were pretty indeed, but their selfish nature made them ugly'." She was quoting from Cinderella &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if she knows what 'indeed' means yet. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-1056904107741028572?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/1056904107741028572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/09/gloomy-indeed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1056904107741028572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1056904107741028572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/09/gloomy-indeed.html' title='Gloomy &amp; indeed'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-6754806346742946645</id><published>2010-06-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:22:46.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>T and her hair!</title><content type='html'>For the umpteenth time since her haircut a few days ago, T asked me: "Ma, WHY did you cut my hair so short?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I hadn't meant it to be so short, but...and anyway, she was beginning to get lice in her hair and so I told her that if she was getting lice, then she would need to have it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept quiet and then came out with, "The lice can sometimes stick to my hair like a magnet, no? And my hair is like metal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metals and magnets now...whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-6754806346742946645?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/6754806346742946645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-and-her-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6754806346742946645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6754806346742946645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-and-her-hair.html' title='T and her hair!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-4283433534432435162</id><published>2010-06-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:14:33.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Birthday gift?</title><content type='html'>I asked T what she wanted as a gift for her birthday. She said, "Ma, you have already got me so many things, so I don't want anything!" I asked her if she was sure and she replied:&lt;br /&gt;"CONFIRM-ah I don't want anything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-4283433534432435162?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/4283433534432435162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4283433534432435162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4283433534432435162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday gift?'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8821838262430191499</id><published>2010-06-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:12:49.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Yematraadhey!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is T's birthday and so we (T &amp;amp; I) were discussing the programme. I told her I would take her out anywhere but that we would have to be back home by 6 as I would have to go out at 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me: "What about Appa?" I said yes, he &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;I were going. She asked me where to and I told her 'for some Rotary party'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment and said, "I know, I know, you both are going for some movie. Every time you say some work, and keep going for cinemas. &lt;em&gt;Yennai yemaathi yemaathi poreenga&lt;/em&gt;, I know, I know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8821838262430191499?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8821838262430191499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/yematraadhey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8821838262430191499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8821838262430191499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/yematraadhey.html' title='Yematraadhey!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-3779111147930590467</id><published>2010-06-26T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:07:51.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>I want to be...</title><content type='html'>T has decided she wants to be a doctor, an engineer AND a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, why not?:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-3779111147930590467?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/3779111147930590467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3779111147930590467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3779111147930590467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be...'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-7210222639955092779</id><published>2010-06-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:05:42.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Steam elimination</title><content type='html'>At home, K said he had a bad throat and needed hot water. He meant hot water with salt for gargling, but T thought it was for &lt;em&gt;inhaling&lt;/em&gt; the steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She summed it up and said knowingly, "it is for ELIMINATION'.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-7210222639955092779?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/7210222639955092779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/steam-elimination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/7210222639955092779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/7210222639955092779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/steam-elimination.html' title='Steam elimination'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-2601879998784930739</id><published>2010-06-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:04:12.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Don't drink and drive / T's campaign</title><content type='html'>When we were driving back from the cinema theatre, T looked at a sign above the traffic signal that said: DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE ...and then told me, “Ma, don’t drink and drive!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was momentarily shocked to think this child knew about alcohol and asked her…”What?!”&lt;br /&gt;She said, “Ya, don’t &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drink &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(mimed taking out a bottle of water always kept in the car, and taking a swig out of it)….and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (simultaneously at an imaginary steering wheel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-2601879998784930739?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/2601879998784930739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-drink-and-drive-ts-campaign.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2601879998784930739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2601879998784930739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-drink-and-drive-ts-campaign.html' title='Don&apos;t drink and drive / T&apos;s campaign'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-5598855806001904642</id><published>2010-06-10T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:01:17.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Silly Film, Sura: Movie review</title><content type='html'>T, my friend and I went for Vijay’s latest mock-horror flick Sura. She enjoyed Vadivelu’s antics and was suitably impressed with Vijay’s dolphin-like corny swimming, but in the end, she declared: “What a silly film!” My friend and I were amused to think this kiddo too realized it since until then, she seemed to be having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, she said, “This film has a bomb and all. What a silly film!” Apparently, the bomb-scene did not go down well with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-5598855806001904642?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/5598855806001904642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-my-friend-and-i-went-for-vijays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5598855806001904642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5598855806001904642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-my-friend-and-i-went-for-vijays.html' title='Silly Film, Sura: Movie review'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8185960201115512585</id><published>2010-06-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:22:29.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>T's review on hotel resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/TA5D2QKamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OX12Cldr2Fo/s1600/TARAWRITE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480392395887123074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/TA5D2QKamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OX12Cldr2Fo/s320/TARAWRITE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T, K and I just got back from 2 days at the Radisson Temple Bay resort in Mahabs. She wrote the following words on it with no spaces between words and artfully placed hearts;): -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO NICE I WANT AND I LIKE THE FOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN I SWAAM IN THE POOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I WILL COME AGEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8185960201115512585?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8185960201115512585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/ts-review-on-hotel-resort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8185960201115512585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8185960201115512585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/ts-review-on-hotel-resort.html' title='T&apos;s review on hotel resort'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/TA5D2QKamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OX12Cldr2Fo/s72-c/TARAWRITE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-4235972607757825627</id><published>2010-06-08T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:12:38.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>Comment</title><content type='html'>T saw me using Microsoft Picture Manager and told me: "Picture Manager...YOU are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-4235972607757825627?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/4235972607757825627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/comment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4235972607757825627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4235972607757825627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/06/comment.html' title='Comment'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8463956602637458540</id><published>2010-05-13T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:18:28.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>Look after!</title><content type='html'>T asked me for a puppy. I told her I cannot get her one as I cannot look after the pup. She said &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; would look after it. I said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appealed to her Dad. He said, "If Amma says OK, then yes." I said, "I say no because neither your father nor you, will look after it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I will, I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;look after it." said T. Sensing trouble, T's Dad said, "T, first learn to look after yourself. Then, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T came back immediately with: "I am already look-aftering me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8463956602637458540?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8463956602637458540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8463956602637458540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8463956602637458540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-after.html' title='Look after!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-5781978731690425633</id><published>2010-04-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:45:05.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Girls name!</title><content type='html'>T loves the water and so, we finally put her in swimming camp a week ago. The coach is a young man named Dhina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I want her to know people by their names &amp;amp; not be vague, I gave her the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she asked me: "Isn't that a girl's name?":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-5781978731690425633?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/5781978731690425633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5781978731690425633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5781978731690425633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-name.html' title='Girls name!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-6896635676017059058</id><published>2010-04-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:47:15.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Not without my husband.</title><content type='html'>I told T as I was urging her to get into her cot at bed time that she could use the cot only for another year or so. After that, I told her she would have to sleep on a separate bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As T began to protest with "Oh, NO...", K piped in with, "And that bed will be in the next room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T began her vehement 'Never!'s and then quickly added, "Never. Only with my husband I will sleep there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-6896635676017059058?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/6896635676017059058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-without-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6896635676017059058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6896635676017059058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-without-my-husband.html' title='Not without my husband.'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-3561985205673116799</id><published>2010-04-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:14:12.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Don't sweat, mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was when I went up to T at her cot at bedtime for the usual good night kiss and 'I love you T / I love you Amma' routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, she was at her dramatic best and playing with Barbie and another Barbie-like doll, conducting an 'accented' conversation between them, American ishtyle. When I went up to her, we kissed, hugged and then she continued her dramatic tone and addressed me: "I love you, Amma, and I don't want you to go for your meetings...and I don't want you to &lt;em&gt;verthukottify&lt;/em&gt; (sweat it out) at the computer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all oh so earnest and sincere with a liberal dash of over-acting, that it was guffaw time for me. She then gave me a long, Bollywood style hug, and I was wondering at the extra display of affection...until I caught her staring dramatically at the mirror at her own reflection whilst lying on my shoulder. Self-gazing in progress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-3561985205673116799?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/3561985205673116799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-sweat-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3561985205673116799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3561985205673116799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-sweat-mom.html' title='Don&apos;t sweat, mom!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-3603104231908337062</id><published>2010-04-04T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:34:00.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Evolution: Men were mice!</title><content type='html'>I was reading a book and instructed T to do the same. She was reading Angelina Ballerina, one of her favourite stories, and as she is still learning to read, soon became engrossed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Ballerina is a story of a young mouse named Angelina who loves ballet to a point of practising it all over the place, ignoring daily routines, until her parents enrol her in ballet lessons to her absolute joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T tried out Angelina's dancing postures and so on, keeping herself occupied with the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she announced as a conclusion to the room at large: "So, before we were people, we were all mice!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-3603104231908337062?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/3603104231908337062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/evolution-men-were-mice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3603104231908337062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/3603104231908337062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/04/evolution-men-were-mice.html' title='Evolution: Men were mice!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-4230775086263664151</id><published>2010-03-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:49:29.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Amma no genius *sniff*</title><content type='html'>T was getting ready for bed and was heartily tired of my 'go to sleep!' barking. She announced to me: "I had a dream last night that my father was a genius man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T replied smugly, "A genius MAN. Not you, mother. Just my father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to see another smug face in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was the genius man's indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-4230775086263664151?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/4230775086263664151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/03/amma-no-genius-sniff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4230775086263664151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4230775086263664151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/03/amma-no-genius-sniff.html' title='Amma no genius *sniff*'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8147944690894030686</id><published>2010-02-25T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:21:36.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>How Long?</title><content type='html'>T was playing an online game on the computer - think it was Angelina Ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;She had also told me the night before, that she was going to learn ballet (With the 't'!) when she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give her a bath and so, I asked her to stop playing in 10 mins...then 5 mins...then I said to her, "How much more time? I have already given you enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Just little more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I persisted, "How long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T replied, "Some long".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8147944690894030686?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8147944690894030686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8147944690894030686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8147944690894030686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long.html' title='How Long?'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-4123864117109190838</id><published>2010-02-08T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:25:56.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Clever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;K and I were talking about something and one of my retorts was "That was stupid of you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T apparently overheard and said in a warning voice, "Ma, I hope you know you both are talking with a child."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both K and I paused (read:froze), but didn't turn towards her. T continued, "Don't you know that I am very clever in listening?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conversation over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-4123864117109190838?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/4123864117109190838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/02/clever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4123864117109190838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4123864117109190838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/02/clever.html' title='Clever!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-1828171846083205390</id><published>2010-01-31T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:00:57.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Observation!</title><content type='html'>T, K and I were lounging around when I suddenly decided to indulge in a spot of nagging ...with my husband. "You really need to cut your nails," I told K reprovingly as I eyed his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, never to be left out of any conversation promptly agreed: "Ya. Appa, your nails are looking like my mother's friends' nails!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too hilarious because some of my friends do, indeed, have long (painted!) nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-1828171846083205390?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/1828171846083205390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/observation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1828171846083205390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1828171846083205390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/observation.html' title='Observation!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-4221132218694611822</id><published>2010-01-27T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:25:10.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>A 1000 years</title><content type='html'>I was feeding T her dinner and she was taking her own sweet time to chew her mouthfuls. A tedious affair it is, sometimes, to feed her meals. Then I thought for the umpteenth time, that at five and a half, she ought to be eating her meals  by herself. (She knows how to -- it's just that this is the way she likes it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my best serious voice and asked her "T, when are you going to start eating on your own? Tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T skipped a beat and then said, "After a thousand years!" I looked at her, but she had a straight face except for that tongue in her cheek...or was it just food??&lt;br /&gt;We grinned at each other. Then I said, "Do you know how long a thousand years is?".&lt;br /&gt;She smiled happily as if she were expecting such a question and said "I know. I won't be there, I will be gone. By then, I will be up in the sky. And you also. Then we will porandhify (be born) in some other families..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I persevered, "When are you going to eat on your own, T?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promptly replied this time: "Tomorrow!" and gave her what I call beatific smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-4221132218694611822?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/4221132218694611822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/1000-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4221132218694611822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/4221132218694611822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/1000-years.html' title='A 1000 years'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-1464023454683823022</id><published>2010-01-23T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:28:38.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>Profound!</title><content type='html'>Over the past year, I have been declared so by T: 'You're a &lt;strong&gt;bad &lt;/strong&gt;mother!' and after receiving my unblinking glare, it has changed to: 'No, no, you are a GOOD mother...SWEEET mother!'. Other times, there have been a disgusted 'ARE you a mother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these I really care for, I have to say, coming from this little five year old. Now five and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she tells me, "Ma, don't think I am wrong..."&lt;br /&gt;I said "Mmmm...?"&lt;br /&gt;T continued in unwavering earnestness, "But I think you are the perfect mother for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-1464023454683823022?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/1464023454683823022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/profound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1464023454683823022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1464023454683823022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/profound.html' title='Profound!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-2368344463010426387</id><published>2010-01-18T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:31:59.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Blabs'/><title type='text'>N or M?</title><content type='html'>T says 'Nusic' and 'Nusic Academies'&lt;br /&gt;She also says 'Nobile'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-2368344463010426387?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/2368344463010426387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/n-or-m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2368344463010426387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2368344463010426387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/n-or-m.html' title='N or M?'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-2190136546167147570</id><published>2010-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:30:50.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Blabs'/><title type='text'>Never!</title><content type='html'>Never say never?&lt;br /&gt;Well, T thinks 'never' is a stylish/effective 'NO!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, will you come for a bath now?&lt;br /&gt;T: Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, will you clear up your things right now?&lt;br /&gt;T: NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, you have to stay at home and be good while Amma goes out for a meeting...&lt;br /&gt;T: NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, you have to wear this dress only today.&lt;br /&gt;T: Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever going to explain the difference to her?&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-2190136546167147570?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/2190136546167147570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2190136546167147570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2190136546167147570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html' title='Never!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-2394365037755355716</id><published>2010-01-17T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:07:17.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>While I was sleeping</title><content type='html'>T was lounging next to me on the bed watching TV as I napped. After a while, I woke up to find that the TV had been switched off. I had no idea she knew how to do that! I asked her why she didn't ask me to switch off the TV for her, and she said:&lt;br /&gt;"It's Ok ma, you were so &lt;em&gt;sleepfull&lt;/em&gt; no, that's why.."&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-2394365037755355716?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/2394365037755355716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-i-was-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2394365037755355716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/2394365037755355716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-i-was-sleeping.html' title='While I was sleeping'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-5504056310375961966</id><published>2010-01-15T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:10:16.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Lipstick rules</title><content type='html'>Come December and it is music season. One evening, K, T and I were headed out for a concert -- we were to drop T off for a play date on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seated in the backseat with T, and I soon took out my lipstick and gloss and began applying. T asked me, "What, why are you wearing lipstick and all now?' I stared at her unsure of an answer or suitable retort. She went on..."Why should you wear lipstick and all to these carnatic musics places?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what she thought of the 'Carnatic musics places' but clearly, they did not demand make-up in her 5 year old books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-5504056310375961966?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/5504056310375961966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/lipstick-rules.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5504056310375961966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5504056310375961966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2010/01/lipstick-rules.html' title='Lipstick rules'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-7666759729983366071</id><published>2009-11-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:24:17.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>New words</title><content type='html'>As I was getting T ready for bed the other night, she said, "Ma, I don't like your &lt;em&gt;weird &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;wicked&lt;/em&gt; bangles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they had hurt her as I was changing her outfit. The big words she has apparently picked up from her favourite 'Barbie and the Diamond Castle' video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-7666759729983366071?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/7666759729983366071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/7666759729983366071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/7666759729983366071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-words.html' title='New words'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-5780071572157518166</id><published>2009-11-11T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:17:02.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Blabs'/><title type='text'>Proclamations!</title><content type='html'>I do sometimes read silly romance novels -- this works in phases. Just got out of one. However, T has already become used to seeing the M&amp;amp;Bs around and even though she still can't read, she seems to identify them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, T and I walked into a big bookstore and I went about choosing gift wrapping papers while she stood by. Suddenly, she moved a little away and exclaimed loudly, "Ma LOOK! Your favourite books are here!" I turned and saw that she was indicating the M&amp;amp; B rack. (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know kids. The more I tried to shush her and distract her, the more excited she became that she had located her mom's 'favourite' books and perhaps helped her mom in her shopping!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-5780071572157518166?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/5780071572157518166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/proclamations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5780071572157518166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5780071572157518166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/proclamations.html' title='Proclamations!'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-6906315966824184103</id><published>2009-11-09T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:50:16.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>Telling tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have from time to time told T over the last 2 years that nobody is to look into my stuff - handbag, draws, cupboards, etc. without my being there or at the very least, my permission. Guess she has got the point...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in the loo this evening when my mother asked me for her medical report which I had collected. I told her from the loo that I had it in my handbag on the bed and that she could take from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went away to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came T, knocking on the loo door. She came with a complaint and sounded most outraged...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Amma, this paati (grandmom) is kodanjifying (rummaging) in your handbag!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grinning to myself that I had created quite a good 'personal' spy, I told her "It's OK, I told her to."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T said "Ok" relievedly and went away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-6906315966824184103?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/6906315966824184103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/telling-tales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6906315966824184103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/6906315966824184103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/telling-tales.html' title='Telling tales'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8475913328723638887</id><published>2009-11-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:27:33.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>Today, T checked with me suddenly, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma, timing is everything isn't it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On further questioning, she said she came across this phrase in 'Barbie and the Diamond Castle'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8475913328723638887?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8475913328723638887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/huh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8475913328723638887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8475913328723638887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8488936105548999208</id><published>2009-11-02T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:25:14.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Hope and Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;T has a way of equating the word 'hope' with 'think'. If she thinks she has many colour pencils, she will say, "I hope I have enough colour pencils..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day when T and I were in the loo and I was brushing her teeth, her father K came in and announced: "&lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; has been messing around with my mail as the envelopes all have somethings scribbled on them. &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; had better stop scribbling on them or &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is going to get a whack from me." So saying, he left the loo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tara missed a beat and then turned to me and said, "Ma, I hope that 'someone' is you. If so, I think you are going to get a whack from Appa."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8488936105548999208?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8488936105548999208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/t-has-way-of-equating-word-hope-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8488936105548999208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8488936105548999208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/t-has-way-of-equating-word-hope-with.html' title='Hope and Think'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-68812094033766344</id><published>2009-11-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:17:59.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>This Corporation...</title><content type='html'>One day when T and I were driving back from school as usual, T did what she likes to when her water bottle has only a little water left -- she pours the water into the cup-shaped lid of the bottle and drinks from that. That day, she removed the lid but seemed to be having some difficulty which I did not really observe, as I usually try not to take my eyes of the road for anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhh!" she exclaimed in annoyance. I asked her what happened. She replied, "This Corporation! Because of this corporation, I am not able to drink my water." I was amused that a) she even knew there was a word like 'Corporation' and also that b) the Corporation (Chennai Corporation) had something to do with water... and so I asked her what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said she, "This Corporation has made the roads bad and so, I cannot drink my water now."She got that right, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-68812094033766344?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/68812094033766344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-corporation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/68812094033766344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/68812094033766344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-corporation.html' title='This Corporation...'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-5731897839492284147</id><published>2009-09-03T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:28:49.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Spelling a challenge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_EeMYrttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2tN59E7_G6k/s1600-h/abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377232503103534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_EeMYrttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2tN59E7_G6k/s320/abs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another drive to music class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep ourselves entertained, T and I played a spelling game. But she was getting frustrated as she only knows the spellings of a few words. And so, she began asking me just to see whether I could answer without hesitation. After all, she would not be able to say if the spelling was right or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would say, "bridge" and I would spell it, then came "building", "police station" and so on until she decided I needed a real challenge. So she puffed herself up and said, "Now, spell &lt;strong&gt;Mahendra Singh Dhoni&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other half guffawed on hearing this story, apparently proud of his smart daughter, as he was convinced I would not know how to spell his name, what with him being a cricketer and all. Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-5731897839492284147?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/5731897839492284147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/09/spelling-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5731897839492284147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/5731897839492284147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/09/spelling-challenge.html' title='Spelling a challenge...'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_EeMYrttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2tN59E7_G6k/s72-c/abs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-254218069092149003</id><published>2009-09-03T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:20:33.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Blabs'/><title type='text'>A Labradog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_BH26uPgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69HPpqj5sEw/s1600-h/lab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377228820848721410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_BH26uPgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69HPpqj5sEw/s320/lab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tara and I were driving to paatu (Carnatic vocal) class yesterday and she was a bit bored during the drive. Desperate for a distraction, I spotted a man walking a Labrador Retriever outside his home and to distract her, I said, "oh look there, T, a DOG!". Unfortunately, she could not look in time and I had no intention of slowing down on a busy one-way and so I said, "It's Ok..." But like all curious kids, she asked "What kind of dog?How will it look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her, "The dog was just like Sandy..." (MY late dog, whose pictures she has seen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so T came back with "Oh, you mean a Labravary?" I burst out laughing and so she corrected herself..."No, no, a labraDOG! No? No?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the rest of the drive was spent in laughing (by me) and some uncomprehending, sheepish laughter (by T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is five and I REFUSE to correct her little words because I want to cherish them forever...and for as long as I can...until she gets wise, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-254218069092149003?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/254218069092149003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/09/labradog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/254218069092149003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/254218069092149003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/09/labradog.html' title='A Labradog.'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96Frp27eTrc/Sp_BH26uPgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69HPpqj5sEw/s72-c/lab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8169535287807314300</id><published>2009-08-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:50:06.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Words'/><title type='text'>Manasaatshi (Conscience)</title><content type='html'>One evening, Seetha paati (grandmother) was taking Tara by the hand and walking behind Tara's dad to the car. Grandmom told granddaughter: "Tara, walk faster, as your Appa is going ahead alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tara told her grandmother Seetha paati something new as she held her hand: "Look, paati, Appa is not going alone. His &lt;em&gt;manasaatshi &lt;/em&gt;is going with him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's a good thing'?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8169535287807314300?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8169535287807314300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/08/manasaatshi-conscience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8169535287807314300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8169535287807314300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/08/manasaatshi-conscience.html' title='Manasaatshi (Conscience)'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-1493571249898907055</id><published>2009-08-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:42:21.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How they look at it'/><title type='text'>When they grow up...</title><content type='html'>During one of those casual chats for Tara with appa (Dad) and amma (Mom), she said, "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When boys grow up, they will go to the office...and when girls grow up, they will go ...to...the...GYM!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is her basic assumption. Max time spent out of the house for dad is in the office whilst max time spent for mom out of the house is in the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to react...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-1493571249898907055?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/1493571249898907055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-they-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1493571249898907055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/1493571249898907055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-they-grow-up.html' title='When they grow up...'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-8657226195489065484</id><published>2009-07-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:11:05.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids&apos; words'/><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Today, I was telling my daughter T that she should keep her things safe. I said "I mean it!" to her, and for better emphasis, I repeated it, " I MEAN IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Ok, Ok, I got it. You mean it. Yes, you mean it...You boil it."&lt;br /&gt;This was said in all seriousness but it DID make me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT was that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-8657226195489065484?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/8657226195489065484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8657226195489065484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/8657226195489065484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033723673546366287.post-355482431155624898</id><published>2009-07-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:41:31.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing kids'/><title type='text'>Ummon's Tag</title><content type='html'>June 24th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of questions you pose to your child. Mine is almost 5 (one week to go) and has many a quirk already, as well as a great sense of sarcasm / 'nakkal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do it. Might be interesting, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tsu: T, will you answer some questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Mmm. (meaning ‘yes’) Mmmm! What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the dialogue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What is something I always say to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: I don’t know…what…?? Oh, yeah…”Did you go &lt;em&gt;moocha &lt;/em&gt;in school?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tsu: What makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: To konjify you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What makes me sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: When I am behaving badly…no, when I am &lt;em&gt;thittifying&lt;/em&gt; you (scolding you)…&lt;br /&gt;Then? Ask another question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mutters…&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;’Adhey adhey sabapadhey…’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How do I make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: By not thittufying…and by konjifying, kichikichi-muttufying..no? no? ya? &lt;em&gt;Aama?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What do you think I was like as a child&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: You will sleep with your mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I could not stop laughing, so I asked her the question again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: You would have been like Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: Who is Jasmine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How old am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: 29, no 34, no 24..? No, 24 AND 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How tall am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Tall like this – &lt;em&gt;ivalo&lt;/em&gt; tall (So tall) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;– She gestures to my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What is my favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Computer, playing computer games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmph I do not, but the computer is my fav thing alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What do I do when you’re not around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Cry…you will be sad (acts it out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked her again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: At the computer, no? no? no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, are you going to switch on the TV or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: If I become famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T (sarcily): ‘Tupu’. Then, “Famous means what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: Everybody will know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: I will be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarify:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Yey, will you put on the TV or not? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And giggles… (I do too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T: You will be famous for talking...you talk on the phone, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What am I really good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Giving food for children, putting the TV on when I ask... Now, I will ask YOU some questions…you reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Totally rolling with laughter, I again ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T answers: Dancing Bharatnatyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is messing with the mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What am I not really good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: If anyone says ‘you sing me one song’, then you will not sing. If someone asks you to dance, you will not dance…that only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What is my job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: To do this computer. No? ah? Eh? Aamadhaane? No? Now, I will ask some questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What is my favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T: Idli. No? no? &lt;em&gt;aama dhaanney&lt;/em&gt;? (Isn't it so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I always suggest it to her at restaurants…for her.&lt;br /&gt;Asked again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: Idli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What makes you proud of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: When you put the TV on for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (Very bored and impatient-- Does not get the word ‘proud’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What makes me proud of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: If I wear whichever dress you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What do you and I do together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: I don’t know. Dance, talk…no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How are we the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: We are not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (flippant and dismissive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How are you and I different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: That is…I am thinking about the reply. You have no pottu, I have. You always wear churidhar, I don’t. See, now I am wearing a frock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: How do you know that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: I know, because you are my mother. I am thinking…Because of the sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;I know. I (just) know. That is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What is one thing you wish you could change about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: You should become a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: Am I not a good girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tara: &lt;/span&gt;You are , but you should become MORE good and also clever.&lt;br /&gt;Only one more question. Tomorrow you can ask another question. One-one day one-one question only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tsu: What do you wish you could go and do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T: I can play with you. Go to the shop and dance. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Totally flippant.)&lt;/span&gt; This is the last question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laughed too much and annoyed her throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas great fun. Thanks umm-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, switched on Tv for her.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not a good girl now...and also clever?&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033723673546366287-355482431155624898?l=ammaponnu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/feeds/355482431155624898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummons-tag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/355482431155624898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033723673546366287/posts/default/355482431155624898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammaponnu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummons-tag.html' title='Ummon&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>TryingtobeAmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07510215518465897677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
