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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!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Fights...Funny Fights

Sunday morning. When I tend to relax the otherwise strict TV rules I have for my kids. My boys, thanks to my mythology loving genes which have passed on to them, love watching Amar Chitra Katha, Tales of Krishna and Balaram, and Chota Bheem (ok, so the last one bears no reference to the hero of Pandava fame). Oh alright, they love watching TV and going out for movie dates in general, but they DO love their mythology...especially the EO.

The Nephew joins them. Suddenly I hear him and my EO arguing. And it's one helluva verbal duel. I'm working on my comp in the bedroom and because there is no physical violence involved with the usual karate, judo and guerrilla warfare tactics, I refrain from butting in, wanting them to sort it out themselves. Statements such as, "But you're my big brother!", "Just let me finish my sentence!" and "I don't like you anymore!" have been exchanged. The argument reaches its crescendo and I hear the door banging shut -- the Nephew, fed up, decides to walk away. But, the EO isn't done saying his piece so he runs after him. I can tell that a certain level of hysteria has been reached and I shout out for him to come to me. I was right. There are tears of rage pouring out of his eyes, his cheeks are flushed and he's shaking. I ask him to calm down and tell me what happened. In a hysterical, high-pitched voice, the EO, still shaking, starts off with, "WXYZ is so dumb! He's as dumb as a fish! When he grows up he's going to become foolish!" I tell him to calm down and tell me what happened...a simple argument where the EO is trying to guess the ending to the story and the Nephew doesn't want to hear of it. He's still in a rage after this narration, so I tell him to listen to some music. He shakes his head and says he wants to finish his movie instead.

So I let him, thinking that it'll help him cool off. But no. My EO still has some rage to expend and who better that his little brother to take it out on? So I hear him admonishing my little shrimp to throw WXYZ dada into the dustbin! Not content with that ruling, he then forbids him from going downstairs to even see and play with WXYZ dada.

And my shrimp decides to do exactly that! He scampers out of the room and I hear the EO yelling after him in frustration.

Sigh! Don't you just love peaceful Sunday mornings?


Passionate Goof said...

Well, I prefer sleeping through mine, so they are usually peaceful enough. ;)

R's Mom said...

Awww! They will cool down and become friends soon...oh sunday morning:)

Swaram said...

Aww I so wish I cn hv such a Sunday mrng with my sister soon. Hw I miss her :( :(

Anonymous said...

Nope .. full house on Sunday is wayyy better.. aah I so miss ours ;p

Sparkling said...


Ooooooo, I just love waking up to a full on drama on a Sunday morning! :))

P.S: How have you been, dear M4? Missed you and your space.

Mama - Mia said...

i am looking forwrad to such days in a coupla years perhaps?


Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@ PG: Ahhh sleep! That blissful word...

@ R's mom: Yup! Always the case!

@ Swaram: Call her over! Or better still, visit!

@ endowedwithmetis: Aww! Chin up! Come over and indulge! Anytime!

@ Sparkling: Carrying on...we must, I guess.

@ Mama-Mia: Sooner than you think daling! :-)

t8 said...

I really love Sunday morning

t8 - La mejor forma