Why My Hair Dont Grow No More
Once upon a time I had thick long hair. I used to smile a lot, had friends, nice stuff, free time. Then kids happened and, well, now my hair dont grow no more™.
Posts tagged "LOL"
- **[From September 2009]** So Ayaan (2.5 years old) comes to the garage riding a small car. He doesn’t have a small car.
- Me: “Woh, what’s this?”
- Ayaan: “It’s a car”
- Me: “I know. But whose is it?”
- Ayaan: “it’s mine”
- Me: “No it’s not. That bike next to that crying kid is yours”
- Ayaan: “No it’s not. That’s his bike. This is mine”
- Me: "Why is he crying?"
- Ayaan: "Because he doesn't like his bike, he wants my car"
- Me: "Your car?"
- Ayaan: "It's mine"
- **[Conversation from September 2009]**
- Me: “I love you Ayaan” (Ayaan is 2.5 years old)
- Ayaan: “No”
- Me: “I really do love you”
- Ayaan: “I don’t love you”
- Me: “huh?””
- Ayaan: “I don’t want to love you”
- Me: “But I really, really love you”
- Ayaan: “I am not talking”
- Me: “Ayaan!”
- Ayaan: “I said, I am not talking", and he walks away!
- Ah, all those sacrifices, costs, sleepless nights … and this is what I get in return!
There’s no quicker way of putting fear of God into your heart than babysitting 7 kids. Naturally I started thinking of things that were more appealing than babysitting 7 kids :-
- Walking into a burning building suddenly seems very appealing (fortunately none of the buildings were on fire)
- You start contemplating eating that rat poison with peanut butter and bread
- Your desire to live diminishes almost as fast as your civil liberties have been diminishing lately
- Banging your head on the wall actually makes the pain go away
- You want to climb up the building and dive down, head first
- You cut out the seat belt in your car and disable airbags and breaks before almost going for a high speed joyride (couldn’t disable them airbags)
- You try to microwave your head
- You put water in the bathtub, put toaster, hair dryer and boom box inside and jump in (stupid fuse)
I should get a badge or something. “I survived 7 kids”.
