We created the FOUND BOX, and I explained to the kid that this is where all the mud, sticks and dead leaves she brings home from the street, will go.
To show how, I picked up a stone, said ‘Found it!’, took it home, and put it in the box.
As soon as we got out of the house today, she points to a shiny white cycle that was parked outside, and goes, “Look mama, found it!”
A large part of parenting in the post Peppa Pig era, involves holding an umbrella over the head of the toddler as she jumps in muddy puddles.
I have had half a glass of wine.
Kid has built The Great Wall of China.
Papa: Acha eat this last bite. Pakka last hai.
Kid at 6.30pm: Papa one more Peppa Pig, Pakka last hai!
Kid at 6:34 pm: Papa one more Peppa Pig, Pakka last hai!
Kid at 6:38 pm: Papa one more Peppa Pig, Pakka last hai!
Papa: Ab isko God Promise sikhana padega.
My normal height friend Rhonnie is here.
Kid turns the page, and gives an inquiring look.
Me: It’s Y.
Kid: Is white?
Me: y, y… Y.
Kid: No mamma, is yellow.