After missing the kids and Missus, when they have gone to our home town for summer vacation, I decided to join them. Now for some reason kids have special fancy for their Nanee’s house, and they were staying there, ignoring all pleas from their Dadee to come and stay with her.
But once I reached there they joined me at my mother’s house, for a tearful session of hugs and kisses by their dearest Dadee. Next day, my 2.5 year old nephew joined us, who lives just across the street from my mother’s house. (See kids have a special bond for Nanee’s house). Our girls were meeting him for the first time and were really excited to see him. Pinkette who has been the baby of the family so far, decided she is all grown up and instructed the toddler to call her Didi and not by name. The poor boy was only happy to pronounce an easier name.
The first day went well and there was a lot of exchange of gifts, chocolates, hugs between the cousins. Next day, for some reason the nephew decided I am his best friend and he needs to make a world record of staying maximum amount of time in Mamoo’s lap. I am not sure if Guinness book of world records, will accept his claim but it surely was rejected by our younger one. Now I had two kids trying to monopolise me. Suddenly I felt like the sole Independent MLA upon whom laid the decision as to who will form the government, only there was no money on the table in this case.
Suddenly the love and bonhomie developed over last 24 hours disappeared and I was declared the battleground.
“I will sit in my Mamoo’s lap”, muttered the nephew.
“NO! He is my Papa and I will sit in his lap”, countered his cousin.
“NO, he is my Mamoo, you sit on the bed”, the toddler offered an option to his new found Didi.
But the Didi forgot that she had declared she is all grown up only 24 hours ago and decided to behave like opposition and take matters to the next level. (This Didi is our daughter, and is not to be confused with you know whom I am not referring to).
“Ok if you want to sit in my Papa’s lap, I will sit in your Mom’s lap”, with this she made a dash to the lap of my sister, I think this was an Olympic race, she would have broken all records.
The toddler was now a bit confused as he had never imagined that he will have to forego his rights to his mother’s lap to capture Mamoo’s lap.Both me and my sister were laughing our heart out and enjoying the antics of the kids. The kids could make out something funny has happened and joined in the laughter.
I was not sure if this was some kind of jealousy in the kids, or trying to establish leadership in the group or some other aspect of growing up. Soon we were forgotten, when my mother brought some mangoes to the equation, and I lost my 15 minutes of fame with my nephew to a plate of Dushahree mangoes. But you see it is very difficult to suck a dripping juicy mango with a toddler in your arms, so I was happy that he abandoned me for the mangoes, allowing me to contribute to the case of vanishing mangoes.
Sasha and Prasad Np are proud parents of 2 girls whom they fondly call Princess and Pinkette. He wears many hats after taking a break from being corner office critter for a long time. He is now an entrepreneur, blogger, photographer, traveler and a potential investor in start-ups with unique concepts especially if they are in travel related business. He blogs at Desi Traveler, and can be reached at Facebook and Twitter.