The little one loves being ‘Doctor Aunty’ these days. She does everything that a doctor does, and calls herself ‘Datuk Aunty’.
Datuk Aunty comes rushing at us with a malicious grin on her face, and gives us big injections with her forefinger, just about everywhere on our bodies.
The husband and I have been on the receiving end of some rather painful injections lately, I must say. 😐
“Did you buy the moong dal?,” I ask the husband.
“Moong dal,” a little voice echoes in the background.
I walk to the kitchen to make us a cup of tea each.
“Amma.. kitchen.. walking,” says the little voice.
The husband puts out the coupons for the milk delivery man every night.
The little voice, observant as ever, says, “Appa, milk, coupon”.
Every little thing we do in the house is observed, commented upon, including our visits to the loo and the flushing of the toilet. More than half of what we speak to each other gets repeated, in bits and pieces.
Little boss is watching, ALL the time.
The husband calls the little one ‘The Echo’. I think the name is quite apt.
“Amma, daddy paavam. Daddyku mammam? (Ma, poor daddy! Where is daddy’s food?”)
“Daddy office. Daddyku roti kudu! (Daddy is working. Give him rotis!)”
“Daddy, idli for you!”
“Daddyku dosa venum! (Daddy wants dosas!)”
Ayyo, this Daddy fan club at our home! 🙂
Fattabye = butterfly
Jippachi = giraffe
Aapis = office
Nakshitu = nasingithu (pressed)
Toto = dog
Bau = milk
Tumba = tumbler
Okkachi = okkaru (sit)
Asish = ostrich
Kapucheep = kerchief
Thankoo = thank you
Tattayee = tata, bye
Pepe = paper
Kiddie speak in our house, if you are wondering what this is. Just for the sake of records. 🙂