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Conversations with the toddler

The other day, as I picked up R from the school bus and headed back home, he asked me excitedly:

Do you know my name?

Err..yes, of course!

No...my name is T-Rex. Please call me T-Rex from now on..

!!!!

The name now varies from T-Rex, to Tiger shark, to dinosaur, to alligator, to myriad other species!

The child had a sport's day event a couple of months ago and R came home with his face and T-shirt all muddy. His mouth was smeared with remnants of chocolate too. Upon asking I came to understand that apparently the teacher had rewarded him with the chocolate because he "ran well". A little more prodding into why and how he ran and who else ran with him, he replied that he came first and the other girl who ran with him came second. The answer amused me to no end since it reminded me of this ad:


Several attempts to fish out the correct information went in vain since he kept altering the answers and I left it at that. I didn't think too much of the sports event until a couple of weeks later when the boy actually came up with a certificate for having stood first in sports day event. The event stated " getting ready for school" event. Whatever, that means. But, I am a proud mommy :-)

Talking of chocolates, until last year, R would religiously bring back all the chocolates that he'd receive at school. It is not the case any more. It was his friend's birthday the other day and I asked him if he wished his friend and got any chocolates. When asked why he didn't save any chocolate for me, pat came the reply,

"But, you'd anyway say that you don't want it, no?"

!!! 

*My dear son, at least ask me to see if I actually say that. Or, is it that you know I may not refuse and don't want to take a chance? ;-) *



Comments

  1. hahahaha! the kid is getting cuter by the day..T rex eh? Awesome :)

    LOL on the chocolate...my Anna used to get back ALL the chocolates he got to share with me..always, even if he got one, he would break it into two and share!..I, on the other hand, *shame faced* used to gobble up both if I got two :(

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    1. haw, RM..you took the advantage of being the younger one...baad...waise I'd always offer the smaller bit to my sis ;-) ;-)

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  2. The kiddo is growing up and becoming wiser to the ways of the world :)

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  4. Ha ha, cute post! And lol on the assumption bit, love kid logic. On chocolates and most things here, I have the big sis who will eat up her share while the lil one makes it a point to always ask for bena's share too and hands it to her.

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    1. so cute of lil G...thanks, Vibha :-)

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  5. Hey Lovely Uma. I always love to read what y
    you write..

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  6. was with R at Blore when this took place and of course saw his certificate...but i remember how we all rolled with laughter when he said similar that came in the ad above...:)

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  7. the little boy is growing up! :)

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    1. I know...and a little too fast :-(

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  8. Ha ha smart kid . :) and t-rex ? Wow :) one day my son was wearing a striped shirt and me a spotted one. He said ' I am stripy fish and you are spotty fish ' :)

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    1. stripy and spotty fish sounds so cool, Jayashree..kids are very creative and innovative in their thoughts these days, no?

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  9. heheh...cool..kids are creative beyond our imagination. :)Good to see you after a long break..

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    1. hey Latha, happy to see you here :-))

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  10. You better find ways to cope up to your kiddo's answers. Seems like he is outgrowing us adults :)

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