Ayaan wakes me up at some unholy hour.
“What do you want, Ayaan?” ”I am going to wake up bhai and aapi so we can eat cereal together” (his brother and sister) ”Okay” [in hindsight, I shouldn’t have said okay]
As soon as I fall asleep, he wakes me up again.
”What?” ”Sorry for waking you up” ”It’s okay, what do you need?” ”Nothing. I wanted to tell you something” ”Okay, tell me” ”Sorry for waking you up”
And he walks away.
Tomorrow night around midnight I’ll wake him up to apologize for waking him up.
[From November 2009]
Saw Ayaan punching his sister.
Me: “Ayaan, what are you doing?”
I was hoping it was enough to indicate that I was watching, therefore he should stop.
Ayaan: “I am punching her cuz she turned the Wii off”
At this point, he kicks her. So much for me “watching”.
What the heck did my parents do to make me so terrified of them?????
Update: I am transferring these posts in 2012. Man, has this boy matured. Honestly, back in 2009 and 2010 I didn’t think this boy would let me live until 2012.
[From November 2008]
Ayaan comes home with a small motorcycle.
Me: Ayaan, may I see it please? Ayaan, looking around: You can see that car over there Me: I want to see the motorcycle, I will give it back to you.
At this point Ayaan walks up to the couch, lifts the cushion, slides the motorcycle underneath, shows me his hands and says: Ayaan: It’s gone now.
It’s official. My 2 year old thinks I am a moron.
I wonder if the fact that I played around and acted all shocked that he made the motorcycle disappeared right before my eyes had something to do with it.
[From October 21st, 2009]
Hamza turned six.
At night he comes to me, lifts his arm all the way up and says“I always had to do this to reach the light switch”.
At this time he puts his arm down to just above his head and says: “…but today I had to do this. I was so confused. And then I remembered I turned six today.”