'Ammu'sings - 2

Hello there!! I know you all must be wondering where I have disappeared. If not for all, at least few of you. Here, I am back! I wanted to come up with a post about what is happening, but that has to wait for a few days.

You guys know how much I bark about my kids. Good or bad. :-) It’s summer and the right time to drive any parent crazy. In between fights for video games and who gets to eat the ice cream first, they still amuse me in their own way. Their wit never fails to bring a smile on my face. And I hope they bring many smiles on you too :-)

I ask Sonny boy after school, where is your lunch bag? “Oh!! Mom. I forgot”. I make a face. He grins and says, “ Amma, you know I reduced one dish less for you to wash”.

Ammu writes numbers in this way. 12, 13, 14, 15, 61, 71. My Mom asks, why did you write like that? What comes after 15? She says: “There are two numbers in it right? What’s your problem?” Order doesn’t matter for our madam.

Ammu sits on my legs while I lie down and keep rocking her. She looks at the picture of Jesus in front of her. “Amma, who is he?”

Me: Jesus

Ammu: Where is he? I point my finger up. 

Ammu: where? I can’t see him? I reply, Yes, you cannot see him. I also cannot see him. 

Amma, which fooor is he in amma? She counts her fingers? Thoo, tree, four?

It’s bath time. We both go to the closet to pick a dress. I say, Let me give you a night dress, as it was evening. NO. I want a day dress. NO night dress.

It was the second day for Ammu in the US. S takes her to a store. She points to the picture on the wall, a churro and says: “I want that sleeping line”.

A cousin was bathing Ammu one day; she bends and rubs her body. Ammu looks at her neckline and says, “I can see your puppyshame”. Nodding her head, cousin covers herself with a dupatta. Now, will the curious George leave it at that? In her most innocent tone, she blurts out: “Atha, when will I get a standing line like that?” (Cleavage)

Sigh!! That’s how she was taught horizontal and vertical lines in school in India.

She wanted to look at something on the internet. I was waiting for the page to load. Looking at the circle rotating, she asks, what is happening?

Me: The page is loading, Ammu.

Ammu: “OHH I know, it is a loading pass.

Me: What?

Ammu: I know amma, loading pass in the airport.

Umm...My turn to laugh loud. No Ammu, that is boarding pass..not loading pass.

We were driving downhill. Amma, why is our car falling? I say, no Ammu, it is going downhill. Not missing a chance to educate her, I express with my hands pointing like a plane flying that it is uphill and going down is a downhill. 

Ammu: So is sky an uphill?

We all go to Saravana Bhavan for a yummy lunch. While we wait for the food to be served, Sonny drinks water. Later, “Amma, this water tastes like Tamilnadu Water”.  Ehh?? What does that mean? Only I know what he meant. The restaurant smells of south Indian food. Sambar, ghee etc..

Here's the final cracker. Rushi was four and he would want to sleep with his grandma who came to visit us. One day, he was farting. Grandma asks, "Rushi, why are sending bombs?"

Phat comes the reply. Because there is Happy Deepavali in my butt.

Okay, now I will stop them here before you guys run away. 

*fooor - floor