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Stwabbit’s school re-opened yesterday. She’s a big girl, now – she’s now in Class 2…

However, something she said last night makes me wonder whether we’ve been stretching the “Guru” concept a bit too far:

“Papa, my class teacher’s name is Almighty teacher!”

This morning, I stopped at a traffic signal. I was on my way to drop off the Missus.

A rickshaw stopped beside the car. The driver had blood-shot eyes, and it was apparent that he was sloshed.

The rickshaw driver knocked on the car window, and brought it to the Missus’ notice that she had forgotten about her seat-belt. Feeling embarrassed, the Missus quickly complied…

The rickshaw driver then turned to the car on the other side. The driver of the car was not wearing a seat-belt either. The rickshaw driver tried to educate him about the necessity of wearing the seat-belt, but the car driver ignored him.

Offended, the rickshaw driver started hurling the choicest abuses…

Moral of the story: Alcohol increases one’s sense of social responsibility!

Cheers!!!

All About Love…

“Mom, I love H.”, exclaimed Stwabbit one day, on our way to the daycare.
H. is a 5-year old girl, who also dotes on Stwabbit. Currently, they are “best friends”.

“Do you love her enough to marry her?” I asked in jest.

“Come on, Papa, it’s not that kind of love”, was the reply.

“How many kinds of love are there?” I queried.

“Basically, two. One is when you love someone, like I love you, and mamma and H.”, she replied. “The other kind is when you ‘fall in love’… the kind that leads to marriage!”

An Observation…

How come beauty products don’t work wonders on the consultants who peddle them?!!

Stwabbit Speak:

People don’t die… they get recycled.

“Papa, you should stop smoking”, Stwabbit advises.

“Why?” I ask.

Stwabbit: “Because, it’s not good for health.”

Me: “So, what happens if I keep smoking?”

Stwabbit: “You will die!”

“And, what will happen if I die?” I persist, hoping to get some emotional jazz from her.

“Who will drive us around, then?!!”

Adoption Gyaan

A couple we know is considering adopting a child – they have a biological child, and wish to complete the family with an adopted girl child.

Stwabbit broke this news to me.

“What does adoption mean?” I ask her.

“Oh, when people have children and are unable to take care of them, they give the children away to people who can. That’s adoption”, she replies, in a matter-of-fact manner. “Just like in the movie Juno.”

Profound wisdom.

Pearls of Wisdom…

Stwabbit Speak:

Never judge a book, without its cover.

Stwabbit’s teachers are a frustrated lot. Here’s what they had to say to the Missus, at the parent-teacher meeting…

1. She is EXTREMELY talkative. Though she sits on the first bench, next to the quietest boy in the class, that does not deter her from yapping continuously. The ‘quietest boy in the class’ is no longer so – she has taught him the joys of yapping, too!

2. She loves “object talk”. She delivers a speech to the entire class, every hour…

3. She talks to the Disney characters on her pencil-box. She also makes all her classmates greet her pencil-box every day!

4. She’s been giving fashion tips to her teachers, expecting them to be meticulous in the way they dress…

5. The teachers thought she’d control her yapping if she were made monitor of the class, so they gave her the coveted post for a fortnight… in gross abuse of the position, she would go to every desk and chat with her friends. That put a hole in the theory!

I feel bad at having missed the session – I’m going to make it a point to be there, the next time around!

Living in Peace!

When I reached home in the afternoon, yesterday, Stwabbit was taking a nap. Since it was time for her to be woken up, I went up to her and cuddled her. She stirred. She doesn’t like me cuddling her, especially on hot afternoons.

“Let me cuddle you”, I said. “Soon, you’ll get married and go away!”

Without opening an eye, she replied, “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to get married and have children. I want to live in peace!”

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