Sunday, March 15, 2009

Parental Instincts

Mother's instinct....

I'm sitting, playing with Peanut on the bed. She's in a giggly mood, and is flopping all over the place. I turn to talk to Vijay, and see out of the corner of my eye that Peanut is doing a backward flop with full gusto.

I also notice simultaneously that my husband has foolishly left his laptop on the edge of the bed, which is where my baby's head is going to land in the next few milliseconds.

Time stands still for me, my heart skips a beat. Without thinking, my hand lashes out and thwacks the baby's head, deflecting her in the nick of time. She lands safely, her head narrowly missing the laptop, although her happy eight-toothed grin is wiped off her face, and startled by my intervention, she starts to cry loudly.

Father's instinct...

Vijay has so far been but a mute observer to this event, but now he leaps into action. But to my shock, instead of congratulating me on my quick action, he simply uses the opportunity to win some brownie points with the baby, immediately pouncing upon the wailing, confused child and saying...

'Oh my poor little one...Mama ne maara?...Dada ke paas aao...Dada nahin marega...'.

Whatever. He's just lucky he didn't get the laptop against his head.

9 comments:

  1. Opportunist V :P

    Posting has become so infrequent :(

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  2. hahahahaha! There's be more rounds to win, of course :D

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  3. lol
    nice one
    :)
    priyanka

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  4. Aww... Vicky dare not do that. Seriously!

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  5. LOL.......I so identify myself with Vijay's actions;-D

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  6. Bhalaee ka toh zamaana hi nahin raha:)

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  7. hahahahaha!

    and she STILL clings to you, right?! hehe!

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