A nephew of mine, who turned all of one recently, lives in the US of A. Apparently, he loves Gada Gada Gudu Gudu Loda Loda Vandi, and insists on listening to the song every day while having his bottle of milk.
One fine day, the said nephew’s parents were enjoying a meal of pizza in a posh cafe when it got to be his feeding time. No YouTube video, no phone recording was handy then. The sis-in-law, noticing the child’s reluctance to drink his milk, decided to sing for him. She started off, in spite of receiving dirty looks from her husband, my cousin brother, who was treating her. He went on to warn her about their impending eviction from the cafe. She ignored him. The singing continued. The milk got drunk in no time, the pizza was eaten. No one minded, and Mission Milk got accomplished.
That’s how husband takes the back seat while the child occupies the driver’s seat.
This incident was relayed to me over a recent phone conversation, and I burst out laughing when I heard of it. I could see the scene in my mind’s eye, including my rather stoic cousin brother getting red-hot angry.
Gada Gada Gudu Gudu Loda Loda Vandi has become a favourite in our household, too, since. It has become a regular accompaniment while Bubboo is feeding.
Do you and your child have any special feeding practices, too? I would love to hear all about them!