My two-year old boy, Otu while reading his book….
Otu: Mamma, this? (points to a butterfly in the book)
Me: It’s a butterfly, Otu.
Otu: Mamma, this?
Me: It’s a dog.
Otu: Mamma, this?
Me: It’s a boy.
Again, comes back to butterfly.
Otu: Mamma, this?
Me: Butterfly.
….
and again, and again….. and again. So, after reading out whole page around ten times.
Me: Mamma is tired now. Go play with your toys.
Otu: NOOO……… book. Mamma, this??? (Translation: No, I want to read book. Points again to something in the book)
Me: (cursing under my breath all of those who have invented books, language and questions.)
Me: Otu, look Renne (his twin brother) has your car. Renne is playing with your car.
Otu, now running after Renne to get his car back.
Me: (Relieved, with evil smile on face)
Point to Note: Don’t ever take parenting advice from me. J
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