Daily Archives: January 4, 2015

Of birthdays and ‘phoo’ing the candle – day4

So I am one of those who gets excited about my birthday … More because I love stressing out the tall one about getting me something for my birthday. When I was younger (read pre 30) the tall one had reminders on his phone telling him 100 days for nuts birthday – go buy a gift …68 days go buy another one and so on…

I have since grown up I only remind him 45 days prior to d-day.

And of course a birthday blog is never complete without the story of how once while planning a trip to Goa during my birthday, the tall one’s work looked like it may play spoil sport. In a moment of desperation I told him, this year my gift can be you coming to Goa. Can you believe he bought that. I didn’t even receive a chocolate that year. That was almost 5-6 years ago, the nagging he has received since has ensured this will never happen again.

Anyhooo- so My birthday is in 39 days…

I have been told I will be getting a
1. Christmas tree
2. Some umbrellas I can hold
3. A bike I can cycle on
4. Some shapes
5. Few alphabets
6. And some candles

And the elf claims that Dadu needs to give me a laptop. I like how the boy thinks !

I have also been told to make January over and make it march so that a certain 3 year old someone can have a birthday where he will phoo the candle and jump !

The genes have been passed on. The father is in big trouble … With 2 specimens who harp on their birthday …ha! Good luck tall one.

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Day 3- Elfisms

Elf: I like Only T, N and E (for tall one, nut and elf)
Nut: who do you like most?
Elf: I like T and N

awwww baby who taught you to love
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My grandparents are visiting us, my grandfather is struggling to get off the sink in couch, elf stretches out his hand and says muthasha come I will help you
I ask him who told you to help muthasha? He says mama!!!

Way to make me look like mother of the year!
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My mom who is also visiting us is bathing the elf and opens the shower by mistake. 5 drops of water fall on his head. He wags his finger at my mom saying – I will tell my mama!
Oh my god , such confidence in my abilities
——————————————————–My mom is playing with the kid, he whacks her in a moment of annoyance, she says you hit me so hard, shall I tell your mama. He lowers his voice saying no no don’t tell my mama

yup I am scary. Ask my kid
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Elf, tall one and I are in the car and like all good Indian kids, elf is sitting on my lap in the front seat. Fiddling with the Ac. (Dude it’s winter in Mumbai – a whole 20 degrees Celsius), the tall one is attempting to switch it off. This goes on for a bit. Elf wags a finger at tall one saying – Dadu just drive

someone tell him his teenage years are yet to come
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Every night he goes in to say goodnight, tuck his great grandparents to bed: first he puts Vaseline on the lips of everyone in the house, then the 3 victims are told to ‘LIE DOWN’ in a bossy tone, a cover is put on them after much effort and then they are told in an even more bossy tone to close their eyes, non talking and sleep!

The victims think the elf is ‘da bomb’

I fear for my grandchildren