Tuesday, March 2, 2010
"Sit down", I told my son when I just couldn't keep up with him running around the lobby of the auditorium where we were waiting.
"Down?", he asked me with a quizzical expression on his face. "Down means on the floor?"
He made to sit down on the floor, and I hastened to correct myself. "Not on the floor. Sit on the chair." I patted the seat beside me to make my point adequately clear.
"Chair has a back", he informed me, making a huge show of looking for a backrest.
"Okay, okay", I sighed in exasparation. "Sit on the seat."
"Is this a car?", he asked innocently.
I just gave up and let him continue to run around.
Is this the boy who was born only four years back? Who spoke his first word (chocolate) a little over two years back? Who started speaking in English less than four months back?
Who taught him the nuances of the language? Who taught him to argue so sensibily. Where did he get his quirky sense of humour from.
How quickly kids grow. How I wish I could see what else he comes up with. How I wish I could hold this moment forever.