Peanut: Pickle! You know? I always thought that Shrishti was in your class because one day I saw you say bye to her after school. But today I saw that she was going into Papad's class. So she's in Papad's class.
Pickle: No. Shrishti in MY class.
Peanut: Oh no, but I saw her, her elder sister was dropping her to her class and then she pushed her into Papad's class and not your class.
Me (only slightly aghast, interrupting) Why would she push her in?
Peanut: Ya, she pushed her in, I saw her do it, like this! ( She re-enacts a rather cheerful older sister sideways shove) So now I know that Shrishti is in Papad's class. Right, Papad?
Papad ( gazing dreamily out of the window, not paying any attention whatsoever) Ya.
Peanut (turns to a glowering Pickle) See Pickle?
Pickle: NO! Shrishti in MY class and MY friend.
Peanut (sagely) No but I saw her sister....
Me ( interrupting because I see Pickle clenching his little fist) Peanut, has it occurred to you that perhaps there are two Shrishtis? One in Pickle's class and the other in Papad's class?
Papad ( now attentive suddenly) Are they awso twins?
Me: Now don't be silly Papad, if they were twins, would they be named the same?
Papad (smiles beatifically at his own silliness and goes back to gazing dreamily out the window).
Peanut ( dismissive) Well, even if there are two Shrishtis, the one I am looking for is in Papad's class. That's the REAL Shrishti.
Pickle: Real Shrishti awso in MY class.
Me: Yes, his Shrishti is also real, Peanut. Now stop teasing him.
Peanut: But I'm just saying that the REAL Shrishti is the one that I am looking for, and she is not in Pickle's class.
Me: You can't say his Shrishti isn't real. You're teasing him for no reason.
Peanut: (Sulkily) Alright, alright. ( Adds in a loud whisper) But the REAL Shrishti is Papad's.
Pickle looks like he's about to strike her, but somehow controls himself and comes up with an inspired solution, shouting -
'YO'RE NOT THE REAL PEANUT'