We’re at our ancestral village attending a family function. The priest is chanting the mantras at the top of his voice. Sempi: Appa, why is he yelling at us? Me: He’s not yelling Sempi, he’s chanting. Sempi: Why? Me: He’s summoning God. Sempi: There is no God. Me: Hahaha. Who told you that? Sempi: You did. I don’t remember teaching him that, but I’m proud he got the message. :)
We’re at a restaurant. Sempi: I want juice. Yoshi: I’ll get ice cream. Sempi: I want juice and ice cream. Me: Would you also like a pony and a unicorn? Sempi: No I wouldn’t. They’re not food Appa.
Sempi loves pickles. He’d eat them at every chance. We’re at an indoor play place in Chennai. We ordered some fried potato wedges. When they were delivered, Sempi exclaims “Appa, I found bread pickles”.
We’re at a park in India. Sempi is sitting on a teeter-totter looking contraption. He’s looking for a partner for the other side. Sempi: Amma can you sit on the other side? Yoshi: I’m too big to sit on that side Sempi. Sempi: Appa, can you sit on that side? Me: I’m flattered that you think I’m smaller than your mom. But I’m still too big. Sempi: Maybe when you’re flatter you can sit on the other side....
Conversation between Yoshi and I. Yoshi: I’m worried Sempi (our 2yo) might be a little dyslexic. Me: Why? Yoshi: He occasionally reverses the words in his rhymes. Me: Like what? Yoshi: "Frosty the snow man was a happy jolly soul" . It’s supposed to be “Jolly happy soul”. Me: Oh yeah. He could be dyslexic or he could have a troll dad who subtly changes his rhymes to see if he’ll catch it....