So, what happened to the blogs for the last two and a half years? My ghost writer (who also does double duty as daddy) has been slacking off (I wonder if the presidential primaries are around again... the last time they were around, my sister told me that her blog was left high and dry as well).
Anyhow, to rapidly fill you in for last 2.5 years - I essentially got potty-trained and party-trained. I have my own Anukhaisms now (which mommy cheerfully captures on Facebook and some are reproduced here at the end of this blog).
Life is generally good for me - a typical weekday consists of a morning tantrum and a evening tantrum punctuated by a few hours at school (the period that my parents refer to as "value added outsourcing" - I am looking forward to a career in management consultancy to decipher that). School is a lot of fun - we get a few tasks (the teachers call them "jobs" - they must be one of those thankless jobs my dad grumbles about because I never get paid for my jobs), learn some stuff, read some books, nap a bit and go to the bathroom a lot of times. (No wonder my school is call pee-school).
After I come back home, I spend a couple of hours bothering my sister, coloring Hello Kitty coloring books and playing something that my dad calls Pictionary. (My doodles also serve as a Rorschach test for my dad - I wonder why his guesses are always "sleep", "food" and "TV").
I am looking forward to turning four ..... My mom keeps saying "You can have it when you are four"... or "You can do that when you are four"... (My dad says life beings at forty but methinks it really begins at four - maybe 4T my shirt size). And I also hope they don't make the age target for fun stuff a moving one and push it out till I am like twenty three or something...
Much to the consternation of my parents, I scream and have my way with access to the iPad. I play tons of games but I am conflicted between "Angry Birds" and "Cut The Rope" for my favorite ... (I heard my dad say something similar about "The Rolling Stones" and "The Beatles"... choices .. choices...). For my fourth birthday, I want a cake that is "Angry Birds" first but when I swipe across the cake, it should become "Cut the Rope"....
iVelcro:
I was wearing her shoes and fixing the Velcro clasp when this conversation happened....
Daddy : Do you know what this called?
Me : Yes, Velcro Daddy (reflexively and without really expecting a response): Cool !! Do you know who created Velcro?
Me : Steve Jobs
Zero much:
I normally expresses my affection to my mommy with a sweet "I love you too much, mommy". This morning, however, I was cross with her and I indicated my sentiment with a sharp "I love you zero much, mommy".
Mufasa:
When daddy fast forwarded the portion in Lion King where Mufasa gets trampled in the ravine to avoid scarring me, I right away realized that something was amiss. The following conversation ensued ....
Me: Daddy, what happened to Mufasa?
Daddy: He became a star
Me: How did he become a star?
Daddy: He had an accident.
Me: Did he have a pee-pee or poo-po accident?
Grown-ups:
My dad (always trying to help me build character) asked me : "Anukha - what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me: A grown-up
Christmas Miracle:
Anyhow, to rapidly fill you in for last 2.5 years - I essentially got potty-trained and party-trained. I have my own Anukhaisms now (which mommy cheerfully captures on Facebook and some are reproduced here at the end of this blog).
Life is generally good for me - a typical weekday consists of a morning tantrum and a evening tantrum punctuated by a few hours at school (the period that my parents refer to as "value added outsourcing" - I am looking forward to a career in management consultancy to decipher that). School is a lot of fun - we get a few tasks (the teachers call them "jobs" - they must be one of those thankless jobs my dad grumbles about because I never get paid for my jobs), learn some stuff, read some books, nap a bit and go to the bathroom a lot of times. (No wonder my school is call pee-school).
After I come back home, I spend a couple of hours bothering my sister, coloring Hello Kitty coloring books and playing something that my dad calls Pictionary. (My doodles also serve as a Rorschach test for my dad - I wonder why his guesses are always "sleep", "food" and "TV").
I am looking forward to turning four ..... My mom keeps saying "You can have it when you are four"... or "You can do that when you are four"... (My dad says life beings at forty but methinks it really begins at four - maybe 4T my shirt size). And I also hope they don't make the age target for fun stuff a moving one and push it out till I am like twenty three or something...
Much to the consternation of my parents, I scream and have my way with access to the iPad. I play tons of games but I am conflicted between "Angry Birds" and "Cut The Rope" for my favorite ... (I heard my dad say something similar about "The Rolling Stones" and "The Beatles"... choices .. choices...). For my fourth birthday, I want a cake that is "Angry Birds" first but when I swipe across the cake, it should become "Cut the Rope"....
Anukhaisms
iVelcro:
I was wearing her shoes and fixing the Velcro clasp when this conversation happened....
Daddy : Do you know what this called?
Me : Yes, Velcro Daddy (reflexively and without really expecting a response): Cool !! Do you know who created Velcro?
Me : Steve Jobs
Zero much:
I normally expresses my affection to my mommy with a sweet "I love you too much, mommy". This morning, however, I was cross with her and I indicated my sentiment with a sharp "I love you zero much, mommy".
Mufasa:
When daddy fast forwarded the portion in Lion King where Mufasa gets trampled in the ravine to avoid scarring me, I right away realized that something was amiss. The following conversation ensued ....
Me: Daddy, what happened to Mufasa?
Daddy: He became a star
Me: How did he become a star?
Daddy: He had an accident.
Me: Did he have a pee-pee or poo-po accident?
Grown-ups:
My dad (always trying to help me build character) asked me : "Anukha - what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me: A grown-up
Christmas Miracle:
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