morning tickle attacks

Dear Darsh, 

All my life I have avoided the tacky crassy movies that are filled with old jokes, fake crying, insane dialogues and lyrics, aging actors and debutante actresses. In short, I don’t like slapstick comedy. But after an incessant chanting of I want to watch singh is bling followed by the “song” for almost 2 days, we had to go for it. It was quite bad and you slept midway. Sadly you missed ‘the song’ as it came at the end. The girl kicked ass in this movie, literally. I asked you how you feel that the pretty girl is hitting so many naughty people. Instead of answering, you just looked at me a bit strangely. Strenage movies have strenger impact on people so don’t judge my sanity yet.

Your nana and nani returned from France last weekend and they came back with lots of gifts and a letter for you from your Advay Dada. That letter has had a profound impact on you. To be fair, it is at the back of a minions postcard. Infact I believe to avoid writing he made a drawing too. But it has touched you in deeper places than anything else ever has. You wrote and drew a long reply, which I have been told to deliver to Advay. You double checked my purse to see if it’s there or not. Before leaving the car today, you again reminded me for it. Oh and the postcard letter was read and reread several times since you received it. Infact that was what you asked for when you got up in the morning. We played with the soldiers in the morning too. But they were bnot fighting. They were actually talking. And just to be clear, you told my soldiers what to discuss… The cuckoo clock, you advised us, had to be in your room. Then you told me to put it in the drawing room. Then you wanted me to put a nail on a blank wall to hang it so that everyone can see it. Which is why I have hidden it for now…  And I am not sure why are you hoarding all the eiffel tower key rings.

This was a long weekend. Very long for our family because you woke up at 4.30 am and wanted everyone else to get up too. On Sunday, you wanted me to make the pingu cake so you assembled colorful ball candies for the eyes. You got the edible color tray, icing and even got out some cake slices. Then you placed 4 bowls on the dining table and waited to be served. It was an exhausting weekend but I guess we are used to all this now so it was fun too my munchkin. Love you lots.

A typical conversation at 4.30 am

You: I love you mumma

Me: I love you too baby

You: Should we tickle attack papa?

Me: no dear not yet. Let him sleep some more. Maybe after the sunrise.

You: ok

After 5 minutes

You: Look the sun is up. Should we tickle attack him now?

Me: Go to sleep Darsh!

You: But why…