Short and Salty

We still go to the movies with Pranav. Kid movies are easy. For movies that are either inappropriate or too boring for him, we have worked out a strategy. We go at  his sleepy times, afternoon or night, and get into the theater early armed with popcorn. He stuffs himself with popcorn, drinks water, snuggles up and falls asleep by the time trailers are done.

Today, we went to the latest Star Trek movie. He ate popcorn, curled up and went to sleep as usual, and woke up  after the two hour movie was done. He even commented that it was a short movie.

I guess his movie review would read: "Buttery, salty, crunchy, and delicious! Comfortable seats.  Very refreshing, walked out of the movie feeling well rested."

Cleaning Up Quietly

A few months ago, Pranav was in the bathroom brushing his teeth while I was outside the bathroom door. I heard splashes of water, followed by a short period of silence. Then I heard him muttering to himself, "I better wipe this up before Amma sees it." :)

Getting Technical

"I used six units of water for gargling.", Pranav told me today.

A Picture

The Pick Up

A few weeks ago, Summy, Pranav and I drove to the airport to pick up a cousin. I explained to Pranav that we were going to pick up "Atta" (Aunt) at the airport, and then go back home.

He waited patiently and quietly while we found the terminal that she was waiting at, and while she got into the car. On the way back home, he broke his silence and said, "We forgot to pick up Atta.".

"We did pick her up at the airport. She is right here", I pointed. "See?"

"We did not pick her up.", he said. "She got into the car all by herself!"

Counting in Spanish

Dinky has been watching "Go, Diego, Go" on TV everyday. Diego is a little boy who speaks Spanish and English, so Pranav has been learning to count in Spanish.

"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve", he said while I was driving with him in the backseat yesterday. "What comes next, Amma?"

"Diez.", I said.

"Diez. What comes next?"
"Once."

"Once. What comes next?"
"Doce."

"Doce. What comes next?"
"Trece."

"Trece. What comes next?"
"Catorce."

"Catorce. What comes next?"
"Quince", I said, quietly, because I had  reached the limits of my knowledge of Spanish numbers and I knew that I couldn't answer his next question.

"Quince. What comes next?"
"Um, I don't know."

He smiled because he thought it was funny that Amma didn't know her numbers either. So I told him that I would find out the answer for him once we got home.

Of course I forgot to find out once I got home. And Pranav is not the  kind who forgets.

So today we had another conversation in the car. He said, ,"Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro, Cinco, Seis, Siete, Ocho, Nueve, what comes next, Amma?" I winced a little because I could see what was coming.

"Diez."

"Right. Diez, Once, Doce, Trece, Catorce, Quince (he really doesn't forget - he remembered the numbers from yesterday). What next?", he said with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know.", I had to say again.

So today, I had to get on the computer and learn some more Spanish numbers. At some point, I am going to be stumped by my children, but I don't want to be stumped before they turn three.

The Fast Lane

One move and more than six months after my last post:

The last five years have been filled with moving and changing and adapting. We have lived in many hotels and temporary homes. Mostly the children have adapted and settled in happily and quickly to wherever we were. Pranav, especially, seems to take it in stride as we have moved across the globe twice after he was born, the first time when he was four months old. His idea of "home" is not a fixed place, but wherever we happen to be living at that time - "hotel home", "apartment home", "Bangalore home", "Hyderabad home" :)

Pranav has gone from saying "I am a small boy", to absolutely refusing to have his name appear in a sentence including the word "small". For example, if somebody says that he is Summy's little brother, he says, "No, I am a big brother! I am not little.". Occasionally he pushes the truth a little and tries to tell me that he is "grown up" already, while stretching himself to his full height of almost three feet. He equates "cute" with "little", so now I cannot call him my cutie-pie anymore, not without offending him.

He cannot stand admitting that technically, he is still two years old (until January of 2013). He doesn't like "almost three years old" much better either. He has taken to measuring himself by hand and claiming that he is 11 years old because he measured 11 hand-widths. I happened to say to him that he is two but acts like a big boy, and he has latched on to that, and so now this is how old he is: "I am two years old, but I act like a big boy!"

And he does act like a big boy. I think I know him, but every few days he says or does something that catches me by surprise (Summy also still does this to me). Like the other day. He was sitting in his toddler carseat in the backseat of my car, holding his small red toy car in his hand and pretending to drive it around, "Vroom Vroom". Then he said (verbatim): "How old do I have to be before I can drive a real car?"

Coming Clean

Lately, Pranav has been helping me load clothes into the washer, turn it on, and then unload them when they're done. He stands in front of the washing machine, and becomes a watching machine, staring in fascination at the clothes spinning around.

The other day, the washer stopped mid-cycle. There was an error code on its display. I dug out the manual, and looked up the error code. It said little or no water in the inlet pipe.

I stood thinking, not really wanting to call the appliance service, not after the fridge incident (that's another story).

I looked at the inlet pipe to see if there was obvious damage. I followed it to the wall, and saw that it was screwed into the faucet securely. Then I looked at the knob above the faucet.

"Pranav", I said to the little guy who was watching me with curiosity. "Did you touch this knob?".

He grinned wide, as he always does when he knows the answer well. "Yeeeees!", he said happily.

"When?", I said.

"Yesterday!", he said.

"And what did you do with it?"

"I spinned it!"

Ask and ye shall know.

So I "spinned" it back so that the water to the washer was turned on again, and the the washer went on with its job without further complaint.

My Little Yes Man

I had him well trained, until a few weeks ago, to agree with everything that I said.

For instance, I would be talking to Summy or Kiran, and I would turn to Pranav, and say, "Right, Pranav?", and he would say, "Right, Amma."

A few weeks ago, I was telling Summy something, and said, "Right, Pranav?". He looked mischievous and said, "Left, Amma."

Sigh. It had been really nice to have a pint sized person who backed up all that I said.

Now not only has that stopped, but he is telling me what to say. Today, he toddled up to me while mumbling an incoherent question. When he got close, he told me, "Say yes!".

"What to?", I said.

"Just say yes, Amma."

"But what was the question?"

He looked at me like he couldn't see why the question would be relevant. Here he was, simplifying things for me by providing all the answers, and I was just wasting time.

"Can I have a balloon?", he says.

Relieved, I say, "Of course!"

After thinking, I realized that though this seems like an attempt to influence me, it was not.

He already knew that I would not object to his playing with a balloon. So he was not really trying to get me to say yes, but rather, was telling me what he already knew that I would say.

I know this because he sometimes says things like, "Can I pour this glass of water on the floor? Say no."

So he could have just bypassed me and played with his balloon, but he still wants to follow procedure: ask permission, then proceed. So he comes to me, more as a ritual, than on a mission.

This is Pranav all over.