“Maaaamaaa. Waaaah. Mama.”
Me, slipping in between the children, “What’s up Rahul?”
“Where’s my book?” he asked, as he frantically felt around the mattress and floor.
Me: Which book, this one?
“NO. The one with rabbits and the balloons.”
Me: Uhhh….rabbits and balloons, is it this one then?
Even more agitated, Rahul: Not that one. With rabbits and balloons.
He’s either dreamt about floating rabbits, or it’s something from school.
Me: Ok, come over here my love. Try to sleep again.
Me: What do you feel like doing Rahul?
Rahul: I want to go to the slides.
Me: But it’s raining outside now. The slides and monkey bars are all wet and slippery.
Rahul: Where’s Leila? And papa?
Me: Leila’s gone to Decathlon with papa. Today it’s me and you, together!
Rahul: I want to go to the box place.
Me: What box place?
Rahul: The BOX shop, where we went yesterday.
Me: Hmmmm. What did we do there?
Getting frustrated, Rahul: We played with boxes and stickers.
Think fast. Think fast.
A few days ago we bought stickers for the kids and then hung out in a section with cube-like furniture at…
“OK, let’s go get stickers from the shop next to Star BUCKS, and then we can share a hot chocolate.”
“OK. Let’s go!”