Supercandy strikes again

She has decided that her superpower name is SuperCandy and that she will shoot out candies to bring down the bad guys!!

I personally think she should be WordShooter. The frequency with which she uses words to have me thinking and effectively shut me up in the process is beyond amazing. She is after all, all of 6 yrs old.

Thanks to “Stella” and school delays, we are stuck at home for the 2nd day in a row. Does she like it? Heck no! she would rather be at school. She begged me to drop her off at the after care but this Mama was a bit too comfy in her PJs.

10:30am. Breakfast is done. I’ve logged on and am working. I look up and see her lying down on the carpet with all her art supplies and a blanket wrapped around her.

Me: Why are you lying down on the carpet? Wouldn’t you rather sit at the table to do whatever it is that you have planned?
Kid: I am thinking what I should do with all this.
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Kid: But, I can solve it and you can get what you want you know?
Me: Really and what is that?
Kid: All you have to do is take this remote and turn on the TV. Then I will sit on the sofa. You get what you want and I get what I want. So, when you look up the next time I will be at your eye level.

And with that strikes Little Miss Wordshooter.

Thanks for that insightful comment sweety! But I think I’m ok with you lying down on the carpet for now.

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Speed walker

Every parent knows what a struggle it is to make sure that your kid doesn’t get mowed down by a vehicle in a parking lot.

She is usually pretty good about it. Most times she is dragging her feet behind her and I have to threaten her to catch up with me.

Monday evening, I guess she was so full of energy that she decided she is going to run and be the first one in. Also happened that I was tired and had barely made it to the gym.

As any parent would I first told her in a very nice polite manner “Hey, you know there is no running allowed in parking lots right?”
Either I wasn’t heard or she ignored me. I would place my bets on the latter.
Second time “Hey, I said no running”.
Well, you can guess what happened.
Third time screaming at the top of my lungs and getting the oh-we’ve-all-been-there pitiful look from other parents “STOP, I said no running”

Her response: I am not running. I am SPEED-WALKING. With that she crossed the road to safety.

A workout buddy who witnessed this couldn’t stop laughing.
All I could do to save face was smile and say “this is how she gets me ALL.THE.TIME. By using words and technicality on me”.
My buddy said, I can only imagine. She is pretty smart.

I was left thinking to myself … thanks to Nor’easter Stella, I am stuck with her at home all day long tomorrow. *sigh*

Practice what “I” preach

As a parent one is always trying to raise a kid to be a kind, sympathetic, empathetic human being. One can always acquire knowledge at school but the soft skills are something that you have to start at home. I never let go of the chance to teach her how to be more sympathetic towards others feelings. Well, she threw it right back at me the other day!

It was the weekend and I was doing something. What was it you ask. I do not know … goes to show how important it really was. It was around lunch time. The kid was hungry and I told her just another 5 mins a couple of times. She finally had enough of it and came to me with this really long face, eyes brimming with tears. I looked up and asked her what happened.

Here’s what she had to say: You are always telling me I should have sympathy for you and others. But, here I am hungry and I’ve been asking for food and YOU are not showing any sympathy for me.

My heart melted at those words. On a positive note, I know that she knows the meaning of that word and it isn’t just me saying words to her!

What’s cooking for dinner

I don’t know about other households but in ours all of the serious conversations between lil Miss R and Amma R occur either in the car when we are driving back home from school or to/from the Y or during bath time at night. Papa R never gets to answer or here the profound stuff that she spews out. Hummmph. As much as I roll my eyes at the depth of these conversations I actually do enjoy them. It never ceases to amaze me what goes on inside of a child’s head even if she is as young as just 5.5

We got done with bath time last night without much drama. As I was getting her ready for bed, out pops the question. You should know that she is a foodie to the core and never shies away from trying out new stuff. She is always hovering around in the kitchen when I’m cooking asking me what each ingredient is and eating raw chopped onions and garlic!

Ms R: Amma, how do you make that chicken curry with curry leaves?
Me: Umm, how about I show you the next time I make it?
Ms R: Ok, don’t forget.
Me: Why do you want to know?
Ms R: Well, when I marry Julian I want to make chicken curry with curry leaves and that pasta. It is going to be our special dinner for when we are married.
(A min later …)
I will marry him but I will still live at home with you. Julian will come and live with me in our house.
Me: (to myself). Great this kid really has no plans of moving out and we will be working till we take our last breath.

Ms R: You know Phoenix and Taylor are going to marry and we will all live together here. 4 of us are going to all marry each other.

She clearly has her future all planned out right down to what will be cooked and eaten for their special dinners. I can’t wait to see what the future actually holds for us.

So long!

Sleepless in PA

Sleepovers, not actual sleepovers but planning for one is all the rage in lil Miss R’s pre-K class. Wednesday I walk in to pick her up from school and I’m mobbed by these little pre-K’ers. One of them was her best friend Master J.

MJ: Please please please can R have a sleepover at my house tonight.
Me: Umm, it’s a weeknight so I don’t think so.
MJ: Please, I really want to.
MsR: Please Amma. I really want to go to his house for a sleepover.
Me: well, maybe over the weekend.
(Luckily for me, they don’t know that words like “maybe”, “I’ll think about it” is mommy code word for never happening).

Then along comes another boy who I guess was feeling left out.

Kid3: Can I come too? can I bring my bunk bed with me?
Me: (trying hard not to laugh). I think that may be a little too big to carry.
Kid3: Ok, I can bring my spider-man sleeping bag then?
Me: Sure, why not.

All three kids in unison: Yay, we are gonna have a sleepover this weekend. There was jumping and dancing and shouting involved.

With that, I thought I was done with this entire sleepover thing. We get in the car and start driving back home. The “voice” pops up from behind.

Tonight, when you are all sleeping I will run down the stairs and
Me: You don’t run down the stairs, you can fall and hurt yourself.

Ok, tonight when Papa and you are sleeping. I will quietly walk down the stairs and run out the frontdoor. Then J will come on his bike and pick me up and we are going to go to his house for a sleepover.

As usual, I was left speechless at first. I then recovered to say “ok”. Given that she is all of 5.5 yrs old I clearly have no cause for concern yet. But fast forward 10yrs into the future and I will be that mom who sits in a dark room by the stairs waiting for her to walk down the stairs at some ungodly hour or try to sneak back in well after curfew time.

Sleepless nights indeed. Until then, I buckle up, jump on the bike called life and enjoy the ride!

 

April Fool’s day

April Fool’s day. It also brings to mind this one song.The one day in the year we could play pranks on our parents, siblings, friends etc. and get away by just saying April fool!! As I’ve grown older the day has lost its charm somewhat. Collectively, as a team at the office we still do try and maintain the tradition. We have foil wrapped a colleague’s desk, taped the mouse ball and what not.

Driving back home yesterday evening, my 5.5 yr old sweet kid asks me what April Fools day is. I guess they’ve been talking about it at school. I tell her it’s a day for people to play harmless pranks on each other and that it’s all in the name of fun. Sure enough, she goes silent and I can see the wheels in her heading churning that info. A few seconds later –

I am going to dump my oatmeal on your head tomorrow
(My mommy brain doesn’t catch on)
No sweetie that is not nice. And you are wasting food.
No, “tomorrow” I am going to dump my oatmeal on your head.

You get the drift, we go back and forth two more times.

Then what is April Fools day Amma?
That’s when the light bulb in my mommy brain went off. :/
Ohhhhhhhhhh, now I get it. Tomorrow is April Fools day and you are saying you will dump oatmeal on my head. But, you wont really do that. You are just fooling me?

Yes Amma! I am saying that I will do that tomorrow for “April Fools Day

She clearly gets what the day is and even managed to pull one over me! Happy April Fools day all 🙂

The birds and the bees

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It was a usual winter-into-spring evening. Amma was driving back from her yoga class. She looks all dreamy and happy after her yoga classes. C’mon that’s not how Amma’s are supposed to look, right? I decided to set things right at that very moment.

Amma, why do some people have no kids?
Uhhh aaah, they don’t want kids so they don’t have any.
How does that work?
What do you mean how does that work?
How do they NOT have kids?
They decided they don’t want any.
How do they decide to not have?
They just didn’t want one.
How did I come here then?

At this point you could hear a lady singing “This is my fight song” loudly on the radio. You bet, this is my question of the day! After a moment’s silence:

Well, there are all these tiny eggs in a women and lots of tiny fishes in a man. When the fish and egg meet a baby is made.
Do I have eggs in me?
Yes.

Honestly, what 5 yr old asks questions on this level? Isn’t it supposed to be a more direct one like how are babies born? I am glad she didn’t go any further and dropped it at this. I only shudder to think of where this conversation might have gone if she hadn’t. It’s too goddamn early to be having the birds and bees talk with this kid!!! There is no way the story about a stork dropping a baby is going to fly with this feisty kid. Let’s hope I am prepared when she wants to talk more about this. I don’t think my parents EVER had this talk with me. I learnt it at Biology class at school … very theoretical and bookish knowledge.

Until next time …. cheers to the birds and bees and eggs and fishes.