Saturday, February 25, 2012

KG deep thoughts

Day 1 - KG:  "Mamma, can I live for ever?"

Me: No, KG, no one can live for ever.

KG: "So I will die?"

Me: Every one dies.  Human beings live for a maximum of may be 120 years. 

KG: "Awn, I want to live for ever.  I don't want to die".

Me: It's OK KG, we don't need to worry about it now. Just play OK.

Day 2: KG sitting in the bathroom - suddenly talking loudly to me.

"Mamma, when someone dies, do they get created again?".

Me: Good question KG.  No one really knows for sure.  When we die we again become a part of the universe.

Silence.  Am sure she is still processing that information.  And more questions will follow.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Internet explorer

KB these days has taken to requesting that all four of us be together in the room while they fall asleep.  One night KB and KG were in bed and I was in between them.  KB kept calling for his dad to come and lie down next to him.  B was taking for ever.  When finally he came, KB laughed and said to me, "Mamma, daddy was as usual reading on the internet.  From now on, I am going to call him Internet Explorer".  KB only uses Mozilla and doesn't know about internet explorer except as the "e" symbol he sees on the screen.  Indeed KB, that is an apt name for your father and am sure most dads!

Another such light moment from KB happened again when he was lazing in the couch getting ready for bed.  He said to me, "Mamma, do you know what one bee said to another when it wanted to be entertained?".  "LET'S StING!".

Thursday, February 09, 2012

For my 200th post...

200'th post finally.  I did not know I was at 200 until I sat down to write a post.  It is really not much considering I started in 2006.  So much has happened and so much has changed since then.  Even in my blog world.  Friendships made, friendships that faded away.  Nevertheless, I hope to continue writing even if not frequently.
I have a couple of posts in drafts.  But for my 200th post, I thought I should post this valentine day poem that KB wrote in his class (based on the five senses).  Wishing all the lovely people I have come to know and their wonderful children that I read about a wonderful Valentine's day. Hallmark's day, yes.  But still, a chance to send happy thoughts along!  Here's the poem.

Love tastes like warm cooked green peas

Love smells like fresh homemade orange juice

Love feels like a new Harry Potter book

Love looks like a waterfall after a hike

Love sounds like when my parents say “good job” after I write a story!