Jill: Hey, check out the newspaper. There is 60% off on women’s apparels.
Jack: You must be kidding. Sixty percent??? Show me.
Jill: Yeah! Isn’t that amazing?
Jack: So much discount would turn a saree into a bikini. *giggles*
Jill: I am off to shopping while you cuddle your stupid jokes.
Jack: Wait. Check out this little son of a spoilsport.
Jill: Who? Show me?
Jack: The teeny tiny *Conditions Apply at the bottom corner.
Jill: Oh, the discount applies only on purchases worth 20 thousand and more.
Jack: You can thank me for saving you some time.
Jill: Or…Thank you for setting me a target. See you later, honey. Bye Bye.
Jack: Nooo!!! Wait!!! *cries*
“Daddy, we will go to cilcus tonight.” The first thing I heard as I entered my bedroom.
Tip: Gilaffe equals Giraffe, Lain equals Rain and Hulley equals Hurrey. You join the dots.
After her daily follow-up and my procrastination for about a fortnight, my three year old, Gulu, decided to switch from request-mode to declaration-mode.
Running out of reasons to postpone, finally I surrendered. I nodded in approval.
“Wow! Yey!” she jumped in joy and rushed uncontrollably towards me to give me a hug – actually, to give my legs a hug.
I tapped on her head as she went back to her teaching class where she had made six of her teddy bears sit tidily in two queues of three each; needless to say, she was the teacher. Continue reading “Circus within Circus”