Ads has got back home after a long day at school. He's at the dining table sipping his afternoon cuppa milk. And out of the blue:
"Amma, do you want another baby?"
Before I can gather my wits together to respond, he carries on.
"If I was old enough to care for it, amma, and feed it and bathe it and wipe it's potty, maybe you could have had another one, no, amma?"
I respond: "And how will I go to work if there is a new baby at home?"
He thinks. "You can send it to daycare, amma. Or you can get a new maid. Or you can send us all to Chennai and thatha and naani will look after us."
I have a sneaky feeling this whole new baby business is just a ploy to leave me and go live in Chennai!
He ends with an excited "If you had 10 or 11 children like your paati, then you don't need to call any of my friends to my birthday party because there will be so many kids at home!"
Buddy....if I had 10 or 11 children, then you'll definitely have to go and live in Chennai because your mom won't be alive :) Or maybe I'd have just run away, far faaaar away :)