Tit for Tat

Mamma : You are not Aryan, you are another boy called Aadhi. Why are you in this house?

Aryan (little confused and jittered): I am Aryan Mamma, see.. see.. I am your Aryan Mamma.

Mamma: No, you are not Aryan. You are Aadhi. Why are you taking Aryan’s toys?

Aryan (More scared): Mamma, please I am Aryan. See my face, see my legs, see my dress.. I am Aryan Na…Yes, Mamma I am Aryan.

Mamma: NO, you are not. Can you please go out and bring my Aryan back.

Aryan (Almost crying): Mamma, please mamma…I am your ARYAN…

Mamma: No

Aryan: Ok then, you are not Aryan’s Mamma. You are Aadhi’s Mamma. Now, You GO Out of Aryan’s house.

Mamma: What????

Aryan: Aadhi’s Mamma, why are you in Aryan’s house???

Mamma: Aryan, I am not Aadhi’ Mamma, I am Aryan’s Mamma…..Let us be friends again…

Atlast Mamma learned her lesson and decided not to fool me again.