I’m convincing the kids that the jujubes taken out of the fridge are too hard and no fun. That they must be left alone for a bit to soften up. The Brat glares at me and says, “Mama, you’re taking away my happy.”
Anyone get the song? Uh uh uh uh uh uh undo it! And no, it wasn’t me. I’d rather put out a fire with my face than I introduce my kids to Carrie Underwood! It was just an unfortunate coincidence and one we really laughed over.
A few days ago the Brat (gentle soul that he is) came up to me and asked me, “Mama, when I am nine years old, will you throw me out of our house?
Me: *horrified* Why would I do that?
Brat: Because of Aan.
To know what he meant, go across and read my book review of Aan on Saffron Tree. It’s a stark reminder of how stories play on a child’s mind.