Nani on the phone: Hi Beanie, what are you doing?
Bean: Miaow. I’m licking mama.
(And she was! Sitting on my lap and licking my cheek! Why does my daughter think she’s a cat? And what happened to the elephant craze?)
The OA and the Brat watching Ratatouille: …. and so the rat is inside the boy’s cap, telling him how to cook.
Brat, disdainfully, with an American twang: That’s impossible.
(No, it’s not funny unless you hear the drawl and remember that a few months ago this child didn’t speak English and wanted to play kir-ket.)
The OA getting ready for office and the Brat walks in, looks him up and down and says – ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
OA gets on the phone and gives me a barging – ‘Now even the kids talk to me like you do!’
Brat to mama as she walks in from a long day of work (mind you, his father has been working from home all day) – Mama!! Where were you?
MM: Err… in office?
Brat, glaring at her: That’s not a very nice thing to do. You left me and Dada and Bean and Sati didi and C didi all alone.
MM, hugging bean and feeling much love: Who’s a pretty girl?
Bean : I
MM: Who’s an angel?
MM: Who’s a piggy?
Bean: *firmly* You.
Reminds me of a similar post I wrote about the Brat. Except in that case the answer to the last question was: Dada.