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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

EO Speak & YO Speak

M4 is lying down next to the YO and getting in as many cuddles as she could get.

M4 (mushy-mummy-ly) : Tumi aamaar ke? (exact translation coming up so it does sound icky: Who are you to me?)
YO: YO (says his name)
M4: Naa, tumi aamaar chhotto baby. (No, you're my little baby.)
YO: Naa, aami tomaar YO. (No, I'm your YO.)
M4: Taaholey aamaar chhotto baby ke? (Then who's my little baby?)
YO: EO dada.
M4: Naa to. EO dada aamaar boro baby, aar tumi aamaar chhotto baby. (No...EO dada is my big baby and you are my little baby.)
YO: Naaaaaaaaa! Aami ekhon boro hoyey gechi, aami chhotto baby naa! (Noooooooo! I've grown up now, I'm not a little baby!)
M4: Tumi koto boro hoyey gechcho? (How big are you now?)
YO: Eto, dekho... (This much, see...) {and he proceeds to extend his arms above his head, hands spread the width of a full-grown cat, apart} Aami puro big boy. (I'm totally a big boy now.)

Ok my baby, even though you have no concept of size, length and width, if you insist, then you are a 'big boy' now. Sigh!!! :-(
M4 treated her boys to a Domino's Pizza dinner, since they were sad about their Mamu leaving.

At the table, EO, though stuffed, is eyeing the last two slices of pizza in the box.
EO: Mamma, can I have that for tiffin tomorrow?
M4: No baba, you've already had too much. Tomorrow, I'm packing a banana in your tiffin box.

A debate ensues over which fruit to pack. Then the EO pipes up again, but naturally, since he's a fighter that one, and will keep trying with various lines of logic. Also, he loves getting in the last word...

EO: But Mamma, pizza is full of vegeytebils and cheese. So it's healthy. It's a healthy junk food, ok Maa?

Aaahh, my little one! You have no idea how many people, the world over, are waiting for the creative discovery of this wondrous thing called 'healthy junk food'...your Mamma being one of them!


Shachi said...

LOL! witty n cute :) My neighbor who is a very good friend has 2 boys - 5yr old and 7yr old - and I've known them since the younger one was 6 months old - I can SO relate to these stories :) The best dialogue that the younger one tells me is: {he puts a hand under my chin, gazes at my eye to eye then says} "You have beautiful eyes...I love u Shachi attha" :) - God bless both ur kids!

R's Mom said...

I love this much you have no clue....Pizza = Healthy food...I am telling you..I love this guy....!!!

Monika said...

cho cho cho chweet i tell u

noon said...

So cute. The kind of logic they come up with!
You should have a little box on the side with who is who (M4 etc) - I always get a little confused!
How have you been?

Sparkling said...

Oh the absolute heavenly pleasures of being a mother! Priceless! :)

Please, can you give a kiss on YO's forehead for me and yeah, throw in a tight hug as well, XOXO YO!

You know what, I'm gonna follow EO closely, he just might find that elusive solutions for us! :D

P.S: I love it when you write in Bengali. Totally!

Anonymous said...

So did you let him take pizza for tiffin?

And hugs to YO for wanting so badly to be a big boy :)

Mama - Mia said...

they are both SO precious namesake!! :)

many hugs to them.

Monika,Ansh said... cute