It was a dark and stormy evening. The rain was pouring down. A young couple pulled into an apartment complex in the middle of Portland. The wife was pregnant and the husband was clueless (as always). Despite his cluelessness, they thrived in the city. They made new friends and established their roots. The husband sprouted gray hairs and the wife grew motherly. Before they knew it, five years have gone by....
I’m playing Tamil songs on the computer and busting my moves. Sempi: Appa why does this song keep saying ‘poop’. Me: Haha. It’s not saying ‘Poop’, it’s saying ‘poo’. I guess that’s not any better. In Tamil ‘Poo’ means flower. They’re singing about a flower. Sempi: ‘Poo’ means flower? Me: Yeah. But to be fair we had that word a long time before English. English stole it from us. Sempi: How do you steal words?...
Early Wednesday morning. I’m entertaining both Sempi and Vian. I start to play some music (Tamil songs) and decided to dance. Sempi reaches for his ear muffs and Vian starts to bounce to the music. I have the sudden realization that both the kids are doomed to be dorks if they’re learning dance moves from me. Naturally, I start dancing harder.
These facts are based on a sample size of one 9 month old. 9-month-olds can eat 3 whole grapes before they get bored of it. 9-month-olds can go from smiling to crying in 5 seconds flat. I’ve also managed to reverse this reaction in 5 seconds. Once! 9-month-olds have no sense of personal hygiene. If you try to kiss them on their cheeks, they can turn their head at the last second and slobber all over your mouth....
Sempi: Appa, I’m making hot dogs. Do you want one? Me: Yes! How much is it? Eight dollars or Fifty Three dollars? Sempi: Appa, you can’t make up numbers. It is eight dollars. ps: He can count up to ten. It gets fuzzy after that.