My little rock stars

Memoirs of my mommyhood

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Twenty Questions

Venky, tired after a whole day’s play which included a swimming session slept off early.

Tunmun had slept for three hours in the afternoon and was at her chirpy best even after the lights out.

“Mamma, Papa there was that orange color thing that we ate in Australia, I want to eat it again.”

“What orange color thing?”

“It was orange in color, it had light curve and a tail.”

“Peaches, plums?”

“No, no. It had light curve and a tail.” Tunmun made a curve in the air to explain.

“Cherries?” I said making a wild guess and assuming she is not explaining herself too well

“Cherries are black in color Mamma!”

Vibhu and I racked our brains. She was probably imagining something or confusing Australia for some other place

“Tunmun, what was it? Fruit or vegetable?”

“It was junk food. But not so junk, like vegetable.”

“Some kind of ice cream?”

“Ha ha ha Mamma. I said we ate it in Australia, not in Mc Donalds!”

“What did it taste like, sweet, sour?”

“Sweet, but not sooo sweet!”

Now Vibhu and I started taking random guesses


“Nooo.. orange color!”


“Orange color Mamma, not orange!”

“I have no clue.” said Vibhu

“Me too!.”

“Tunmun tell us more, did we buy it in a shop or did we cook it at home?” asked Vibhu

“We bought it and then Mamma cooked it at home.”

Suddenly it dawned on me



“Prawns, you like prawns???”

“Yes Mamma. It was very tasty.”

We realized she had explained it perfectly

“Orange, light curve with a tail!”

But we had taken so long to guess! 🙂

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Tunmunisms # 3

Tunmun makes a painting and brings it to her dad

“Papa, is this painting beautiful ?”

“Yes, but you are more beautiful!” says the obsessed dad.

“I know that papa!”


Tunmun hates hair washing sessions. The whole colony can hear her howls as soon as the water touches her hair. Off late, she is becoming better though. With the right amount of preparation, most of the hair can be washed off without tears.

Yesterday, a sunday was head bath time. I started preparing her one day in advance. With a lot of prep talk about taking good care of hair, she being a big girl now and that only babies cry during bath etc.

So, the wash went off smoothly. When Tunmun went downstairs with her frock and hair flowing fresh after the bath, her Dadi teased,

“Tunmun, did you cry while taking bath?”

Tunmun took offence, scowled and shot back,

“Did you hear anything?”