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My Kiddo Wants to Marry Me

Yesterday I was shopping and happen to find a beautiful three-piece suit for kids. I immediately grabbed it along with my boys and took them to fitting room. How cute they will be in a suit? I am a typical mother, you see.

So, I was trying it on Otu, my elder son; while Renne the younger one was standing beside me. Both of them are two and half-year old and are handsome twins. 🙂

Renne Singh and Otu Singh
Renne Singh and Otu Singh

So, as I was trying it on Otu, here is the conversation that took place between the three of us.

Otu: Mamma, I am a Man now??

At first I didn’t understand, but then I realized he has associated wearing a three-piece suit with being a grown up man. He is not a boy in t-shirt anymore. How smart he is? 😛  

Me: Yes baby. You are big now. You are a Man.

Otu: Mamma, I marry now.

Oh, so sweet!! my kiddo wants to get married. Time flies. 😥    

Me: Yes baby. You can get married now.

Otu grinning from one ear to another.

Me: Who do you want to get married to?

Otu: I want to marry you, Mamma. (with a little shyness)

Me: (no words coming out of my mouth because I am too busy smiling, crying and hugging my baby all at the same time)

Me: I love you baby. Yes, I will marry you. 

Me and Otu happy now. 😎

Renne Singh and Otu Singh
Renne Singh and Otu Singh

I thought of further extending my good luck and so I dared to face Renne, the twin brother.

Me: Renne, do you want to get married?

Renne: YEEESSSS!!!!!

Me: Who you want to marry to?

Renne: Princess!!!! 😛   

Me: What????????

Me: What about me? You don’t want to marry Mamma?

Renne: No. No, I want Princess.

 

Oh! Renne Singh, you know how to break a girl’s heart. 😦    

 

 

Silent Sunday – Waiting For Next Fall Season

Waiting For Next Fall Season
Tisha, Otu and Renne Singh waiting For Next Fall Season

Silent Sunday – Cricket Yesterday with Abhishek Singh

Abhishek Singh, Abhishek Singh USA, Abhishek Singh Sultanpur
Abhishek Singh(hubby) and Jyoti Singh (Me)

Wednesday Words – Playing Mom

My Kids love role playing, but it’s always hard to catch them in action. Remember they are smarter than me. 😕

Playing Mom, Abhishek, Tisha, Otu, Renne
Playing Mom

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. :mrgreen: 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.

Renne: Okay.

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?

Renne: Chicken.

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.

Playing Mom, Abhishek, Tisha, Otu, Renne
Playing Mom

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.

Playing Mom, Renne Singh, Otu Singh, Tisha Singh
Playing Mom

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.  😛