Of Private, Silly, Little Games

I am doing something, standing, when Bubboo quietly comes up to me, gets in front of me, and puts both her feet on both of mine. Then, she looks up at me and giggles.

‘Ammu, don’t stand on my feet!,’ I tell her.

She giggles some more.

‘Ammu, get off my feet!,’ I tell her, laughing by now.

More giggles, and she is off my feet, off to explore the world around her.

This happens at least a couple of times every day.

I don’t know when and how this started, but it is our own private, silly, little game and both of us have come to love it.

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‘Daddy!,’ the little one calls out.
Enna ma? (What is it, dear?),’ the husband asks her.
‘Daddy!,’ she repeats.
Sollu kanna! (Tell me, dear),’ the husband says.
‘Daddy! Yes?,’ she says.

Daddy realises she wants him to say ‘Yes?’ whenever she calls out to him. It is their own private, silly, little game of sorts, one that happens every day.

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