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."

Don't sweat, mom!

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.

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 verthukottify (sweat it out) at the computer."

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!

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!"

Amma no genius *sniff*

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!"

Said I: "What?"

T replied smugly, "A genius MAN. Not you, mother. Just my father!"

I turned around to see another smug face in the room.
Yes, it was the genius man's indeed.

How Long?

T was playing an online game on the computer - think it was Angelina Ballerina.
She had also told me the night before, that she was going to learn ballet (With the 't'!) when she grew up.

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."

She said, "Just little more..."

I persisted, "How long?"

T replied, "Some long".

Clever!

K and I were talking about something and one of my retorts was "That was stupid of you."

T apparently overheard and said in a warning voice, "Ma, I hope you know you both are talking with a child."

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?"

Conversation over.