I want to be...

T has decided she wants to be a doctor, an engineer AND a teacher.
Oh, well, why not?:D

Silly Film, Sura: Movie review

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.

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.

Girls name!

T loves the water and so, we finally put her in swimming camp a week ago. The coach is a young man named Dhina.

As I want her to know people by their names & not be vague, I gave her the info.

Then, she asked me: "Isn't that a girl's name?":)

Not without my husband.

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.

As T began to protest with "Oh, NO...", K piped in with, "And that bed will be in the next room!"

T began her vehement 'Never!'s and then quickly added, "Never. Only with my husband I will sleep there."

Evolution: Men were mice!

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.

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.

T tried out Angelina's dancing postures and so on, keeping herself occupied with the book.

Then she announced as a conclusion to the room at large: "So, before we were people, we were all mice!"

Lipstick rules

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.

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?"

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!

Telling tales

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...

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.

She went away to do that.

Then came T, knocking on the loo door. She came with a complaint and sounded most outraged...

"Amma, this paati (grandmom) is kodanjifying (rummaging) in your handbag!!"

Grinning to myself that I had created quite a good 'personal' spy, I told her "It's OK, I told her to."

T said "Ok" relievedly and went away...

When they grow up...

During one of those casual chats for Tara with appa (Dad) and amma (Mom), she said, "When boys grow up, they will go to the office...and when girls grow up, they will go ...to...the...GYM!"

Oops.

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!

Not sure how to react...:)