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Daddy's boy

R is talking a lot these days and that too mostly in English! Verbs and tenses are, of course, thrown to the wind. But that's beside the point. It is amusing to hear him talk full and long sentences in a language that was alien to him less than a year ago. At times, I am amazed at the use of the right words at the right places.

During his recent hospital visits, he amused the nurses and the on-duty doctor with his quick retorts. That was of course after his fever had subsided and he was back to his sunny self. As is the wont with adult folk, one of the typical questions to young children is which school they go to. And, so when the doctor posed the question, R who was thorough with the answer, replied confidently. He was not prepared for an unexpected next question that asked him where his school was. Not to be perturbed by such things, R replied without batting an eyelid, "There..... Near Appa's office!"

In one other instance, the nurse came to check his temperature and give his dose of medicine. This young man obviously didn't take this very well and told her, "Don't come near this bed. I don't want to talk to you." As if this was not sufficient, he added, "I'm C's (the husband's name) friend!!" for good measure. As though the husband is the Don of the city and anyone would shudder and stop in their tracks upon hearing the name!

This is not just a proof of his nonsensical chatter but also a trailer of how much R is turning out to be a daddy's boy. It's always Appa, appa all the time. His mannerisms, the way he talks and walks, everything mirrors the way Appa is. If the Appa goes missing even for a few minutes (when the Dad is at home, that is), it is immediately noticed and he'd run to me to ask where his Appa went. He even has the cheek to tell me, " he (the Dad) is mine. I cannot share him with you!" I feel the urge to retort that the older guy was mine till the cheeky lil' fella came into our lives and it is me who should be saying this to him.

I had heard that sons are generally mamma's boys but here the story is quite the opposite. Sigh!

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  1. hahahah! he is sure funny :)

    R speaks ekdum tapori Mumbai wala Hindi!! go figure :):)

    Errr...its a myth..R is a total Mamma's girl..honestly..she needs me for EVERYTHING..she lets RD do things for her only if there is no choice from my end..

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    1. Oh, I have heard her speak the Bombaiyya Hindi :-)))
      I know, my niece too doesn't go to the BIL very willingly :-)

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  2. My son is a mamma's boy for sure, but only until appa appears :) As they grow older I feel they do gravitate towards the dads...so don't feel bad :))

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    1. Ya, I've heard too that boys idolize their dads!..
      Well, I'm not feeling very bad, in a way ;-)

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  3. Hahaha... smarty! Kids keep shifting their loyalties. Once it is daddys kid the next it is mommas pet! Please bl8g when he starts sticking to you! Mine is currently glued to me. I get spontaneous hugs and kisses from her. So m gonna enjoy that for as long as it lasts! :)

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    1. that spontaneous kisses and hugs?? treasure them Purnima..it will only be some time when they'd start resisting those..I cannot cuddle the fella without he wanting it!

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  4. Hahaha...Uma, he is sure getting smarter...they say that boys are mamma's pets..but not all..even mine go for their dad..if we even sit in the sofa next to each other while watching TV..he used to come running, you don't like me...and would sit in the middle :) Isn't this age so wonderful?

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    1. oh, yes...he comes right between the husband and me, even if we are standing next to one another!!!

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  5. Don't worry :) After he turns 7 or so, he will turn out to be a mamma's boy :)

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    1. well..not that I want him to be a total mama's boy either ;-)

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  6. I guess all boys do that .. Idolize the dad .. My nephew used to do it to the degree of imitating his dad's postures :) If my BIL sat with his head resting on his chin, this lil guy would do the same :) But they still are all mama's boys nevertheless!

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    1. True, Aarthy, I've heard that too..:-)))

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  7. Ha ha, Happens with kids! They are very unpredictable when it comes to this. But that's just a part of their growing up. So now you got competition over who get's your husband's attention :P Good luck!! :)

    Until later,
    Keirthana :)

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    1. haha..yeah, some competition, I say!..thanks, keirthana :-)

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  8. A very cute post on R! Well, my kids have worked it out very well - for all the necessities, complaint resolution, food, stuff that they can't find, etc, they come to me, for all the fun stuff it is Dad!!

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    1. Dads seem to do the fun stuff, right? Maybe it is something to do with the fact that they spend only a couple of hours with them every day and do not have to be fun all the while?

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  9. oh lolol...I loved that..."I am C's friend"....Hahaha

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  10. Surely he will soon become mamma's boy, may be till marriage!!!

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    1. hahaha, Kp sir, I don't think I want him to be a mamma's boy, either :-)))
      how have you been sir? I know, its been really long I've visited your space too...will do so soon!

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  11. hahahah wait for few more year then definitely they will be mamma's boys :D
    Loved the last two lines how true pavam you :D

    Lovely loved R's retorts,C' friend ;) dont come near me hahaha ROFL
    my love to our son :D

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  12. Sweet ! so much fun do kids provide :D

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    1. yeah, they are a lot of fun (but not always ;-)))

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  13. LOL at "he (the Dad) is mine. I cannot share him with you!" He is very smart :)

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  14. Haha, loved reading it. The way you put it, in simple words make it more interesting.

    I cannot wait for my lil Bun to start talking as well, sometimes we try to mimic a conversation on how will it go when he starts talking, but what do we know, we will know only when it becomes a reality !

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    1. haha..Lopa..just wait for your lil' one to start speaking and you'll have a free fun entertainment unit at home :-)))

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  15. So cute Uma, can't wait to meet this little fella sometime soon :)
    My kids also are very attached to dad, think it happens especially when they don't spend too much time at home the little time they're around gets even more precious.

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    1. We have to meet, Aparna, with our families soon...its high time, don't you think?

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  16. Kids really have a way with words, especially when they are learning to talk... my little one is mostly my baby till dad walks through the door... then she is completely daddy's girl!

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    1. haha..looks like it's the same story everywhere..dads seem to be the fav.

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  17. Ha Ha...LOL on "Don't come near this bed. I don't want to talk to you." :)

    My daughter is truly a daddy's girl ...and to be honest I feel relieved sometimes ;)

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