My Kids love role playing, but it’s always hard to catch them in action. Remember they are smarter than me. 😕
Yesterday was different. I had a Spy. 😈
Everytime they are playing in their room, and I would happen to visit, they will go completely quiet on me. You must think that they are scared of me??? Nope. Not in any dimension, of any world. 🙄
They use to enact me. My every word, every move. That’s why they go quiet with a sheepish smile on their face. Specially Otu. He repeats every word coming out of my mouth, with the same tone, like making a joke of me. Devil!!! The moment I’ll come out of their play room, they will laugh out loud, as if they have succeeded in their small mission of hiding their naughty plans from me. 😐
Coming to yesterday’s events. My Spy…. Yes, I was coming to that. My dear Hubby. He obliged me this time, by intruding into the enemy lines and bringing me back, important strategic information from across the border. 😉
These were the observations….
Tisha: Boys (talking to her two naughty brothers), sit properly. Renne, don’t move.
Otu: OK. Mamma.
(OMG, Tisha was playing MOM. Tisha was playing Me.) 😆
Tisha: Boys. Mamma is cooking food. Don’t cry. Renne, what do you want?
Tisha. Otu, what do you want?
Otu: (long pause) Egg. No. Ice cream. 🙂
Tisha: Ok, baby. (seeing her Papa also sitting in the corner), boys, I am making tea for your Papa. Okay Boys…. Renne….. sit properly.
Swirls water in her glass, and serve tea to Papa and boys. Papa Happy.
Papa so proud, as if telling me, look my daughter makes tea better than you. 😎
Tisha: Ok boys, get ready. Pick up your bag. Go to school.
Boys obediently took their bags. Stock it up with all the toys they found lying around.
Otu, Renne: Bbye Mamma (to Tisha).
Tisha: Bye baby. Bye. I love you. See you soon.
If you are thinking, Oh! how cute. How sweet?? How nice your kids are???
This sweetness is all for role play. Once real food is served, you won’t find a single one of them, sitting peacefully at one place, including their father. 😛