abu? rabad?? read this to know more about them


cross-check and follow-up

Posted on June 25th, 2008 in birds and bees, meetu, rabad, why? by meetu

so, the day before hubby dear had this conversation with rabad…

rabad - “mamma, when i grow up, i’ll have a pee-pee like abu, right?” (i think i sensed hopefulness in her tone)

me - “no baby, we were made girls and girls pee-pees are different from boys”

rabad - “but, why?”

me - “uh…..that’s how it is…”

rabad - “why did you make me girl, i wanted to be a boy”

me - “oh…uh…if you were a boy, you wouldn’t get to wear pretty skirts and frocks, clips and hairbands, bindis and bangles…”

i’m thinking really quick while i’m talking…this is not the right answer, what makes me like being a woman…being treated like a woman, that i think rabad is already making full use of (read foot note)…what else, what else…getting away from the traffic cop…no, bad idea…absolutely wrong time to tell her the things i hate about being a woman…

“how will you have a baby? only girls can have babies” BINGO! (she loves the idea of having a baby of her own)

rabad - “abu will not have a baby?”

me - “no”

end of conversation….matter disbursed for the time being…

after listening to the conversation between hubby dear and rabad, i get this feeling that rabad was double-checking and was clarifying her follow-up queries.

maybe we are goofing up. but how do you tell?
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this happened last year, rabad was 3. we had been to a restaurant with a few friends recently. abu and rabad usually take off their shoes so that they can sit cross-legged.

at the end of the meal…

rabad - “you put on the shoes for me, pappa”

hubby dear - “no, on your own”

rabad, turning over to her friend ag, who is was 5 year old little boy - “please put shoes on for me”

ag dutifully bent over and put her shoes on for her…

tears of joy - not cliche anymore

Posted on May 5th, 2008 in aaaaawww, abu, rabad, why? by meetu

for the first time yesterday morning, abu tread water in the pool without any floats!!!! now, he is all excited about learning how to swim fast (translated to breathing, moving hands and legs in coordination, etc - because according to him he already knows how to swim, you see, he can be in water without drowning for over 5 years now).

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yesterday evening -

we were listening to some song (can’t remember which one) which the kids had seen on TV
rabad - mamma, is she sad?
me - no, she is actually very happy
rabad - then why was she crying in TV?
me - sometimes when we are very very happy, tears come out of our eyes. they are called happy tears.

abu - just like i was very happy this morning when i swam without floats and pappa said, “i am very proud of you, baby”, a tear came out of my eye…

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ps. abu went on to clarify that the tear was not from swimming, but was a real tear