"What is Samarth's mother's name?", my five-year old asked me for the sixth thing in ten minutes.
"I am fed up of telling you that she is Veena Aunty", I snapped. "If you ask me one more time, see what I do to you."
A moment of silence. Then, "do you know what Samarth's mother's name is?"
"I'll tell you. She is Tabala Aunty", he grinned, daring me to contradict him.
I did not. A sense of humour is one thing I've always wished for my children to have. And I love that he is developing a quirky one.