After the 'Preponderance' incident, my children demonstrate they take after their father.
Peanut (in a mocking tone to me, peeping out of the tenthouse I have foolishly purchased for my children) - Hanna Ka Montana!
Me (shocked at the tone as well as the realization that she's heard about Hannah Montana from somewhere) - Do you even know that that means?
Peanut (in an even more derisive tone than before): It's a Human Being.
And then, when we have a visitor - a conservative family member from Vijay's side, who has come to visit my Father-in-law at home. I am sitting in uncomfortable silence sipping tea, trying to find something to say to this gentleman who is from another world, and has dropped by unannounced. I catch sight of the twins peeping out cautiously at the stranger.
The stranger is as relieved as I am that we no longer have to rack our brains on what to say to each other. He invites them 'Idhar aao, Idhar Aao'.
My relief changes to horror as I hear my twins whispering to each other in their baby babble and then arriving at the consensus 'E Motu Uncle Hai.'
Cursing my husband for teaching them the phrase Motu Uncle, I abandon my cup of tea and hurriedly run into the babies room to lock them in for the rest of the visit.
Peanut (in a mocking tone to me, peeping out of the tenthouse I have foolishly purchased for my children) - Hanna Ka Montana!
Me (shocked at the tone as well as the realization that she's heard about Hannah Montana from somewhere) - Do you even know that that means?
Peanut (in an even more derisive tone than before): It's a Human Being.
And then, when we have a visitor - a conservative family member from Vijay's side, who has come to visit my Father-in-law at home. I am sitting in uncomfortable silence sipping tea, trying to find something to say to this gentleman who is from another world, and has dropped by unannounced. I catch sight of the twins peeping out cautiously at the stranger.
The stranger is as relieved as I am that we no longer have to rack our brains on what to say to each other. He invites them 'Idhar aao, Idhar Aao'.
My relief changes to horror as I hear my twins whispering to each other in their baby babble and then arriving at the consensus 'E Motu Uncle Hai.'
Cursing my husband for teaching them the phrase Motu Uncle, I abandon my cup of tea and hurriedly run into the babies room to lock them in for the rest of the visit.
