Random Conversations

1.Papa and Aryan talking

Papa: Do you want to become an Engineer, when you grow big?
Aryan: NO
Papa: Do you want to become a Doctor, when you grow?
Aryan: NO way Papa
Papa: Then what do you want to become?
Aryan: I want to become a Prince. That is it.
Papa thinking: ??? Which century this guy is in???

2.Aryan and Mama watching TV
Mama: Aryan, see this is “Vishal”. See how he is dancing.
Aryan: No mama, this is not “Vishal”. This is “TV Vishal”. Vishal is my Papa. Mama, you don’t know this much also????

3.Aryan at his Day care
Aryan in a sad tone: “A”, why did you cut your hair? (“A” is a girl of his age)
A: ???
Aryan: Did you cry when you went to Saloon?
A: NO
Aryan: You are a good girl, but I will cry if a go to Saloon. Mamma says, that is why I am a bad boy.

Somtimes it is good to be a Bad boy. Isn't?

Summer Special

1. Stones are erecting on my head. Mama said it I because of summer and she advised me to drink more water. The after effect: I am always in the rest room…..

2. Oye Summer Summer Oye : I am in summer camp and have made a mouse, a caterpillar and a fan. Thanks Uma madam. My Mom is yet to see my master pieces; I can bring it home at the end of summer camp only.

3. I am a “Banian chaddi wala” at home…no fancy dresses….the temperature is shooting up high. It is 45 C.

4. I am in the mood of frequent hair cuts for an ease feeling. (Though I cry and try to run away when I reach the Saloon).

5. Last but not the least: I have been enrolled for Montessori System of education and will be attending the classes from June 15th. My Mom says; selecting a school is tougher than selecting a MBA college? True? False?

SpiderMan

I am a fan of spider man. I stand like him, I wear T-shirts with his pictures, and I try to walk like him. My mother was the one who indulged this craze in me.

The history goes like this: On one Sunday, during the mid of January she saw spider man movie which came in Star plus. I also had to watch that with her and somehow I understood what spider man is……..

Yesterday, My papa and Mama were talking. I was playing with my colors. Suddenly my Papa said, what to do, “Great Power comes with Great responsibility.” Like a lightening, something clicked in my mind. Wait what did papa say, Great power……oh…
“ PAPA SPIDERMAN SAYS THIS NOT PAPAs””. This is what I told him….

My Papa was little taken aback with my words, but he chose to keep quiet and move on……
Why was he shocked?
1.Did he expect that: When I am playing, I keep my ears and eyes shut and I am oblivious of what people are talking in the surroundings?
2.Did he expect that: I have a poor memory and I don’t recollect what my favorite movie star’s dialogue is?
3.Did he expect that: I am a dumb 2.6 yrs old kid, who simply knows to listen rather than voice my opinion in a discussion?

HAPPY-SAD Drama

My Mom was saying that I should drink more water, otherwise stomach will pain when I poop. Don’t you think this is getting into heights????

The problem is, she feeds me full stomach telling all fancy stories and immediately after that she expects me to drink water. Yesterday I refused.
She said:” Aryan, Mama sad if you don’t drink water….”. She went to one corner of the room, sat there, and started crying. I couldn’t see her sadness. Even though I know she becomes sad to get the things done from me, I just drank the whole glass of water to see the artificial happiness that glows on her face.

My Mama thinks that I am oblivious about her melodrama, but Mama why don’t you understand that when I need to get things done from you (like not sending me to day care), I will also hoist the same Happy-Sad drama..

What do you say friends?

To Mama with Love.

Last year, my Mom wrote a sweet letter in this blog. That was my New Year gift. This year she totally forgot to write such lovely letters. Here is a synopsis of last year’s letter:
"Oh my dear Aryan..I love you. May this year be full of blossoms in your life. You will learn to talk properly, you will learn to eat by yourself, you will learn to behave socially with other kids, you will learn to sleep alone, you will learn to play more…..oh no so many milestones ahead”

The bottom line is, whatever my Mom wanted, I have achieved it last year. Most importantly I got adjusted with daycare. I talk, walk, eat, smile, cry etc etc. Behave socially (though I don’t share any of my toys), sleep alone, got weaned, play more………

So now this year, let me write a letter to my Mom.

My dear Mama,

I am your flower, your essence of life, your beauty and of course your beast….Why do you get angry when I throw tantrums? When I get angry, Mama, please try to be calm and except my beatings. When you get angry, I will cry calmly and I don’t expect you to beat me, because you love me so much….

Can we embrace this strategy as our New Year resolution?

Any other remedies?

Hey I am back. As promised, I made my Mom come back to the blogging world with a blog worth post. Thanks to all Mommy friends for encouraging her.

Incommunicado Problems
I am a non-stop entertainment. I talk enough to make everyone go bonkers. I talk five languages, Telugu, Tamil, Marathi, Hindi, and English. English is my basic mode of communication. I switch between languages based on my mood. Sometimes I talk in Tamil, sometimes in Telugu. Poor mom, she doesn’t know Telugu. She only knows to add “ooo” to every Tamil word and she thinks that in this way she can master Telugu. Do you agree guys?
It takes times for her to decode my mind. You may be knowing the reason: Her processor is inept and slow. When I say something she thinks something else. I get furious with such vapid attitude and start crying loudly. My mom tells me to repeat the word again, but I cry and repeat and thus the more I cry the more she doesn’t understand. I cry loudly, loud enough to wake my neighbors. I throw tantrums. When I say “magi” she understands it as “micky”….
The way she handles this is: After a while, she also pretends to cry with me. I know she pretends, but I cannot even withstand her actions, I stop crying, kiss her and console her…And both of us happy.

Humpty Dumpty
Whenever I fall down for fun, I say Humpty Dumpty. But whenever I fall accidently I get annoyed, tortured and I start yelling at the object that made me fall. I bring that BIG BLACK LAKADI (The one that my Grandma uses to scare me) and beat the floor, sofa, or whatever that made me fall. My mom says, they are not responsible and I have to be more careful, but who cares, I simply beat them. Beating my Mom, when I am angry is also not rare in Aryan’s household. So the bottom line is :My Mom stays away from me when I am angry. Aryan—The angry young boy.

Eating alone is fun as long as you know how to fool your care takers. In daycare, they give us food and encourage us to eat alone. When they are not monitoring me, I slowly slip the food down and clear my plate and say “Oh Humpty Dumpty”. Pushpa maid takes the plate and goes, but Uma madam she refills it again passing a scornful look for putting the food down. I tepidly eat again. Seeing my Humpty dumpty game, my follower Adithya imitated. Yesterday we did this together and said “humpty dumpty” and were laughing and giggling and the after effect: “Uma Madam complained about me to my Mom”. But don’t worry yaar, soon will make her also join my Humpty Dumpty team.

Anything related to my life is color dependent. I need blue dress, black stick, brown biscuit, blue gems….heeehhhh my life is colorful…

Any tantrums in Aryan’s household end with the following three remedies:

1.Lion Roaring—Still works now, I stop crying if lion or tiger roars. I go behind them with Ladaki to beat them. However, I have never found one, I hear only roaring!!!!!
2.Mamma’s crying drama—I stop crying and console her.
3.Mamma’s drama to got to office.—Even at night, when I cries she takes her bag and go out, I run behind her saying, “No Mama don’t go, I will stop crying.” I wonder why these offices are open at night and how she can go to office in her blue nighty?

Do you have any other remedies to suggest my Mom?

Ok, friends. Happy New Year. I am going to Trivandrum for a long vacation now. Will be back next year….Till then “Alvidha”. (a new word that I learned from Disney Channel)

Good Bye

Thanks Preethi Mommy. You always give me awards and make my life easy. This probes my mom to post often. HUGS to you. Thanks to ASHA mommy also for giving this award.


Now what to say, sometimes you are stuck with words. So many good mommy friends I have in this blogging world. How can I ever think about stop blogging???
But my Mom is crazy sometimes. I am sure I will make her come back…Till then, please don’t forget this little me. All of you have been my strength through out my blogging world….

NOTE: To all the mommy’s, having girl kids: I can be your future Son-in-Law…..Believe me, I am a very good boy. I just need a girl with a BLUE EYE…heeeehhhee

So now time to pass this award:

1.Swathi Mommy—She is awarded already. But she is my Mom’s Twin sister.
2.K3 mommy—She already got it, but she is a Mom whose thoughts are stable.
3.2 b’s Mom—Ahh..what to say, the Mom whom my Mom admires.. She is already awarded.
4.Mummyjann mommy—She is so loving and caring. Babbu is the best.
5.Timepass Akka, now promoted to Timepass Mommy—Have not visited her blog for a long time, but Timepass Mommy just think over, I can be a prospective Son-In-Law…
6.MNamma—I love M and N akkas
7.Noonie Mommy—My friend KB is all so cute and I would like to be his follower…..

Now comes my Million dollar friend award:



Swathi mommy gave this to me and I would like to give this to Preethi mommy even though she already got it. She is my MILLION DOLLAR FRIEND….I hope once I meet Nanthu.

Now this 100th post is my Birthday bash post. Lot to write, but most of it got faded from my Mom’s run time memory. We celebrated birthday on Sep 2nd, one day before Vinayaka Chaturthi. My Mom and Papa got Pineapple cake and we cut the cake in the Daycare
Time to thank everyone for the birthday wishes..
“ THANKS THANKS THANKS A MILLIION FOR THE WELL WISHES...”

Here is the gift that I got from Swati Mommy.



I loved the gift...Tigger is my favourite cartoon. How did you know that Swathi Mommy? Thanks a lot.....

I can list the gifts that I got from my Chella patti:
1. Bluepillow
2. Blue cartoon bedsheet
3. Two black cars
4. Water color
5. Crayons
6. 4 blue fishes
7. Blue dresses
8. Red pillow
9. A book filled with car stickers
10. Water game
11. Toy animal set with giraffe…...ahh so many more things are to be added....
My Chella pati couriered these gifts from Trivandrum.

Then, I got a big blue elephant from my Periappa.

So with all goodie goodie things I am ending my 100th post and this blog journey. If possible will resurrect after some months.

Bye everyone….Please don’t forget me........



Yours lovingly
ARYAN KARMORE
Age: 2 yr one month....

WHAT IS THIS??

Tomorrow is my Birthday. I will be 2 yrs old. Even though it falls on August 27th, my Mamma and Papa decided to celebrate on Sep 3rd, because my Papa’s Grandmother passed away and we are not supposed to celebrate till the end of this Month. Moreover September 3rd is the Vinayaka Chaturthi day and I was born on that day two years back…
(No wonder everyone in my household calls me as Ganesha)

OK back to the topic…..
Nowadays my favorite quote is “What is this?’’
Any thing and everything I see, I ask this question to my Mom. “WHAT IS THIS??”.

She keeps on replying one by one. Sometimes she doesn’t know the answer and she tells me to go and ask Papa.
Yesterday I was asking her this question again and again…..pointing towards one object or the other; she simply replied “NOTHING” to all my questions.

Is all the things in this world is called “NOTHING”?

Another incident is about my intensity of affection that I have towards blue color…
Yesterday when I pooped, I noticed its color. I was not “BLUE”….I asked my Mom for BLUE SHI. She said, SHI doesn’t come in Blue. I was not convinced…I thought if I keep on saying “Come come blue shi, come and see Aryan”, it will come. So I repeated those words again and again…..

But BLUE SHI never came?????
Wondering what to do.

Back or not…..

My Mom has decided to stop blogging. God knows why. She is crazy many a times…
Anyway I will somehow pull her till the 100th post and that post will be about my Birthday which falls on August 27th, 2008. I will be two years old.
What can I do, I cannot write post alone right.

1. Even though now I can recognize and say ABC till Z, I guess that is not enough for me to write post alone without her help.
2. Even though I can say 1-20 on my own I guess that is not enough for me to write posts alone without her help.
3. Even though I can manage and eat alone with a spoon, without making extreme fuss, that doesn’t qualify me to blog.
4. Even though I can sing bollywood songs like “Paappu can dance shalla” and “Bachena he hasseeno” with right tone and vibration, I am still unqualified….
5. Even though I can call my Mom by her name to grab attention, I am unqualified.
6. Even though I can relate and remember all the stories that are told to me (Alibaba and 40 thieves, Monkey and cat, Tarzan, Pati and vadai, Ganapathi story etc etc), I cannot do a post of my own…….
7. Even though I decide when to sleep, when and what to eat, I am not grown enough it seems…..
The bottom line is: I am NOT grown enough to write post without my Mom’s help….
Mommy friends do you have any solution to this??????

My blog friends…Thanks thanks thanks a lot for reading this blog..and I am really happy to have good virtual friends…..I cannot forgot a single person with whom I interacted with…..No words to thank all of you…HUGS to everyone…...

Ok…anyway as this is the 98th post, you have to bear with me for 2 more which will happen soon…

NB: You know what, my Mom is very capricious. I hope she changes her mind soon.

Happy Birthday Month

This is my blogging friends’ Birthday month.
1.Kocchunni—He is so sweet and he loves green, like how I love Blue color. He is my friend com big brother and I would like to follow his steps. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOCCHUNNI…..It falls on July 14th.
2.Chubby Aryan—He is like me. Exactly like me, in terms of liking stars, in terms of singing bollywood songs, in terms of crying for a haircut, in terms of being cranky and not leaving Mom when she comes from office….blah blah blah…HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUBBY ARYAN. It falls on 21st July. May be I am posting this early. But whoever sees this please don’t forget to wish my friends...

Updates: I can say ABC …upto G. Can also recognize those letters if asked in order…If my Mom shows B and asks me what is this..I say A, because ABC starts with A not with B…my Mom doesn’t know anything many a times… Soon I would start typing posts without her help or else what...Such a long never ending break she takes...

No..factor

My Mom is cruel. She updates my blog, but she doesn’t get time to read my mommy friends blog? When I asked her what happened to my friend Chubby Aryan, she says she did not read……because she is held up with something else…god knows when this break will finish. She said Chubby aryan eats star potatoes....

The tenure of the break is extended from July to August. That is, she will be into active blogging only after first week of August..…too much this is. I am being deprived from knowing about my mommy friends.

Ok another milestone

I have learned to say “NO”

Incident One—Yesterday papa came from office and told me to get ready. Mama was busy cooking, My Papa took me to the cupboard where my cloths are kept. I chose to wear a BLUE shirt that my periyamma got. (Blue is a part and parcel of my life. I sleep with blue crayons, blue cardboard stars that my Chella patti made, blue car, blue bedsheet, ……what not.) Then I wore my blue shoe and went out with Papa. Mama thought we are going for an ice-cream, she waved her hands and went to cook. Papa took me to a studio. He wanted to take passport size photo of mine. He told me to sit and pose; I simply waved my hand and said “NO”. Again he asked me, thinking that a 20 months old kid cannot make decisions. But again I said “NO” and walked away.

My Papa was surprised as to the fact that” I cannot even pronounce my name, still I can make my own decisions” Poor papa learned that I have my own choices and thus ended up getting me ice-cream and we went home.

Incident two—“Aryan come for food” My mom said. I replied, “NO”. Mama said. What?. I said, “NO Food”. She was baffled. She, Papa and Chella patti ate and I was playing around. When I was hungry, I went to kitchen, took one spoon and plate and asked mama to give me food.

So that is me, the little Aryan who is growing into a little dependent boy. My mom no longer needs to decide when I need food, when I should stop eating, when I should take head bath, , when I should sleep, what dress I should wear, what biscuit I should eat ….blah blah blah…I know when I should do all these things..

MBA, Little sister, and Forgetful Mommy

OK I am on break, but I thought I will write some updates because my virtual mommies miss me a lot. Preethi Mommy made me come back. Thanks a lot to Preethi mommy because she officially declared that I am good……

NEWS: Yeppie Yeppie…I have a little sister now……Wait Mommies, don’t think otherwise.
My Mom’s cousin delivered a Baby girl on June 17th. We went to Bangalore, two months before for the baby shower.

The next thing is: My Mom is doing MBA, means Managing Brilliant ARYAN. What is the use? She hardly remembers where she keeps my toys
Let me narrate:
Last weekend we went to Nagpur to see my Nagpur Grandma, because she had undergone a surgery. (She is fine now). It was a short trip.
Now when my MOM takes my toys to places, why can’t she remember where she keeps my things? She misplaced my BLACK CAR and FIRETRUCK book. You know how much it means to me????
When we came back to Hyderabad, I asked my Mom to give me my Black car. She searched in the house and said she did not get it from Nagpur. This is the second time she is doing this. Once when we went to Bangalore, she forgot my giraffe and my Grandpa had to courier it later…
Now what will happen to Black CAR….I became very sad and started showing my true colors: That is, I lie down and cry, squirm like a snake. No one can pacify me for about 10 minutes…..
Then my papa made another black car with some broken tyres. I was kind of pacified and then became normal. After sometime I saw the bag that we took to Nagpur. I pulled my Mom near to that and asked her to see in that bag.
I said” Mama shee Back CAa”………”
That was the first sentence I said, and I talked in English… (The mystery of which language I will talk got solved. Talked in English, not Marathi, not Tamil)
Ok back to story. When she was searching for the black car in the bag, I remembered my FIRE TRUCK Book. When I asked her…She said the same. She left it in Nagpur……
OH God, please give her more memory power. IF this is the way she does her MBA (Managing Brilliant Aryan), soon she will fail in my test

Break Time

So many things are happening in life. My mom is very busy. I don’t feel like narrating also. I am just taking a break. Will be back after one or two months. Till then bye to mommy friends.
Few gossips of the blog world
1. Preethi Mommy is back from vacation.
2. Timepass akka got promoted to Timepass Mommy on May 20th
3. Cantloupe’s Mom presented her a Baby girl to play with; this also happened on May 20th.
4. 2 B’s Mom is moved to a new house…
5. Noon mommy's worry about KB's health has gone and as usual her worry about KB's food has started.
5. Chubby Aryan has shown his traits of an artist. Soon his master piece will be exhibited.
6. Last but not the least…I stated singing Bollywood songs. My Papa hates it…I always sing dard iissko, dard iisko……if my Papa is happy when I am saying one to ten, he should be happy listening to bollywood songs from my mouth. What say mommies???

Life Goes on...

My Mom is busy with her office work and she devotes more time in office instead of working and blogging for me. Does she work more in office because they pay her? Well I don’t give her a paycheck, but don’t I give her a mixed dose of happiness and frustrations?? I can say happiness more….(Heee….All that comes out of my mouth is not true)
Ok the point is, today she left early to office. I hardly got up and had my tea and she was gone. I cried little when she went and later I was happy with my Chella patti.

When my chella patti says, Johny Jhony..I say “Yesh Papa”…
When she says, Stop says the red light…..I say “Go shaiys”

Note I have mastered to say two letters together instead of just abbreviating one word by itself.

We had a gala time and I was playing Ring Ring a roses with my Chella Patti. Everytime I play this game with her, I make sure that we play it again and again and she also falls with me each time when the rhyme finishes.

Soon the time passed and my Chella patti began to dress, she combed her hair, wore another saree .I guessed something fishy.

Yes, Even though my Mom went to office without dropping me to day-care, my Chella patti is planning to drop me.!!!!!!

I cried and did all dramas, but she dropped me and said, “After I go back to Trivandrum, what will you do dear? So please don’t break your daily routines just because I came. I came to take care of you only in the evenings”.

My life…Aryan—Is so important to my….?

“Aryan come out”. That was Uma madam. I came out of the day-care and what did I see…
Can you guess…?

Yes, I saw my Chella pati. She was standing outside and waiting to take me home from day-care. I ran towards her and climbed on her. She is the one who always carries me.

I was all surprised and amazed. She came from Trivandrum, just to take care of me in the evening. When they read on the blog that I am being scolded by my Papa, my grandfather couldn’t take it. He told my Chella patti to come and take care of me, in spite of he being alone. He logic was, as he is big boy, he can fend himself while I need my Chella patti now. (So writing on blog does help a lot)
There she came..and I am happy and jumping with joy.
Thanks Thatha…and ofcourse thanks my dear Chella pati not for the train that you got from Trivandrum, but for the love that you shower and the importance that you give me in your life. Otherwise how can you leave my Grandpa alone in Trivandrum on your marriage day (Today-22nd may) you being married to him for 31yrs…

Happy anniversary…my dear grandparents.

All Mommy friends please do wish my Chella patti on her anniversary. She is great and I have no words to extol her virtues.
NB: 1. Another person who is relieved by the arrival of my Chella pati is my Papa. He no longer needs to take care of me. Hearing this my Nagpur grandma was also very happy.
2. To make the things easy for my Chella Patti's train journey of 31hrs, my Periyamma from Kochi came to station and gave her food when the train reached Kochi and my Mom's chitti(My Chella pati's sister)from Coimbatore gave her food when the train reached Coimbatore.

Guessing Game

I saw in Aryan Times about a guessing game and I thought I would also hoist a game like that…
Here we go:
What do the following words mean to me?

Edited to add—Hint requested by Swathi Mommy
1.All words are short form of the real word. For example CAA—Means CAR to me. Dea—Means Dear to me….I guess you must have understood my pattern now…..
2.One word can have more than one meaning. Depends on the circumstances. You can guess anyone of them and it should be fine.

Coocco—
Sho—
Babu—
Boo—
Jiya—
Cchaa—
ShiiShii—

Any of my friends can pick this game....

So here are the answers

Coocco— Crockraoch
Sho— Shoe or Soap. Depends on the situataion
Babu— Bubble
Boo—Blue (The blue crayon that I roam with)
Jiya—Giraffe
Cchaa—Chai
ShiiShii—Two meaning. One when I want to poop, other when I want my Mom to sit with me. Based on my face expression she understands this…

Periyammas Score—3/7..Between for badboy it is BAAboo
Cantaloupes Ammas Score—4/7
K3 Mom—3/7
Swathi Mommy—3/7. One good things is she could guess my BLUE craziness...

Periyamma,Swathi mommy and k3 amma are in second position while Cantaloupes Amma gets the first..HUGS to you...
Aryan

AM I NOT GOOD

Like mama-mia said, I am like a fevicol with my Mom. My Nagpur Grandma has gone to Nagpur and now time for another transition. My Chella Patti will come only next week and till then My Mom and my Papa will manage me…..Their management is strict, unlike my grandmas. Here is the proof:

My mom comes from office and picks me from day care and I am happy to see her. But after coming home, I don’t allow her even to go to loo. Forgot about making tea. If I want tea (Yes ,I drink tea not milk), then I allow her to make.
Then she has to sit with me and do coloring, teach me animal books , make virtual zoo with all animals, make parking lots with all my cars…etc etc etc….There is no way she can escape and enter the kitchen to cook.

After my Papa comes, my Mom thinks she can leave me with him and go for cooking, but I don’t agree to that. I simply sit on her lap and stare at Papa. Yesterday My Mom and Papa tried their level best to make me understand that I should allow my Mom to cook. But I was very adamant…Then my Mom fed me the food which was prepared in the morning and My Papa made Maggie as dinner from them. Again I was adamant that I will not allow my Mom to eat, but by now Papa’s blood started boiling. He said, “ AAARYAAN”..

Ahha..I have never seen him so angry like this. I was all scared. He said, “ Aaryyyan come her..I slowly went near to him. He said, ” Sit here and play with your toys. Mama should eat now.”

I sat near to him, was planning to cry, but Papa will scold if I cry unnecessarily. I simply sat and was looking at my toys. For the next ten minutes, I did not even utter a word. I was afraid, was angry, was sad…

My Mama had her dinner. I went near to her and looked at her for solace, but even she ignored me. She said, “Listen to Papa”.

They both are one set…and I am left alone with no one to back me. If my grandmas were there, they cook and allow my Mama to spend time with me…..They shoulder me whenever I need support…..

Oh god when will my Chella pati or Nagpur grandma come. I am in the stringent hands of Mama and Papa…

AM I NICE??

Heheeee…..I am jumping with joy…
Mummyjann mommy awarded my Mom as a nice person…I was reluctant to post this in my BLOG….(Still I secretly say thanks to Mummyjann)
Then Asha mommy awarded me as nice….Hip hip hurray…Now I will post this award and will pass to all my blogging buddies.
Here goes award:

"This award will be awarded to those that are just nice people , good
blog friends and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration! Those that
care about others that are there to lend support or those that are just a
positive influence in our blogging world!"
Now it's my turn to pass on the award and let people know that I think they are nice.

From my mommy’s side:
K3
Noon
2 Bs mommy
Mnamma
Angel

hmm..my Mama's list is never ending..Let me say from my side
Jelly
Emaan

One girl friend and one boy friend logic…..

Chubby Aryan’s Mom already got this award….But still I would say he is my best little friend…

My First Vehicle—Tetracycle

My Papa got me a new Bicycle or I can say tetracycle— a bicycle with additional two small tryres. Thus my tetracycle has four tyres.
But the cycle is too big for me even though my leg touches the pedal.

Whenever Papa comes home from office, I no longer insist him to make me sit in jula, but I insist him to make me sit in cycle.
I hold the handle and papa pushes the cycle. I got round the whole house.
My Papa askes me, “Aryan, what is the color of cycle?” I say,” rrrred”.
The next question would be invariably how many tyres my cycle has..and I say FOUR.

I guess at this age, parents buy Tricylce for kids…But this was my Papa’s master plan to buy bicycle with additional tyres. The irony is Tricycle costed Rs 1600 and tetracycle costed Rs 1700 ..Just Rs 100 more for an extra tyre. My father was all excited and got the tetracycle. He claims that I can use this till age four…
Ahh…long way to go..

NB: Will post the picture soon. My Mom is lazy to click one.

Good Boy versus Bad Boy

My Papa asks me:
1.Aryan, you want Mama or Papa? The answer to this question depends. When Mama is giving me food or telling me a story, I say Mama. When Papa is swinging me in Jula or making me sit on cycle (Oh yes, I got my first vehicle. Will do a post about it), I say Papa. When both of them are sitting and asking me, is say..MaaPaa…or PaaMaaa

2.Aryan, Are you a good boy or bad boy. I used to say Goobo.(shortcut for goodboy) before, now I say only Baabo.( shortcut for badboy)”. Because whenever I say goobo, my Mom tells, see you are a good boy so you should eat food. Then she feeds me. Again she uses the same good boy logic to make me sleep, make me wear the dress that I don’t like, make me sit in one place and eat…all stuffs that I don’t like. Thus nowadays I myself I say Baaboo…I have declared myself to be a BAABOO (BAD Boy) and I am proud about it….What say mommies????

BTW—My Mom’s computer has gone nuts. It never ever shows any updates from the fellow bloggers and one fine day it shows some 4-5 post together. Thus I don’t have any idea about what my Mommy friends are upto. Heard from my Mom that there was a Mega Baby shower….