The other day, when I was banging away on my laptop, my six year old sat down on the table opposite me, and ordered me to look anywhere except at himself. He had a pen and paper with him, and I presumed he was drawing something. A couple of minutes, he piped up, "Mamma, what is the spelling of picnic?"
By the time I spelt out 'enjoyed' and 'ghost', I knew he was upto something. Fifteen minutes of hard work later, he showed this to me-
"Bheem, Chutki, Raju, Jaggu, Kalia, Dholu and Bholu all seven are going to a picnic. And they enjoyed. Then they found a ghost. Then Kalia threw a stone in the ghost. Then the ghost fell down. And they all laughed and had lots of fun."
His first story. Not the first story he has made up (not by a long shot), but the first story that he wrote down on his own, and without prompting. I had been feeling slightly guilty about perhaps neglecting my two kids because I had been too busy penning my story. But no longer. If this is what neglect brings, neglect is what kids need!