Mantam’s school diary read – “Assessment for second term starts on 28th Nov”. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean weren’t they crawling just yesterday? Wasn’t it recently that we rejoiced on hearing their first words? Not even a couple of weeks have passed since they learnt holding their pencil firmly. What are they going to assess??? Then I saw their Phonics book which was sent along with their diary. And it was mentioned to revise from ‘a’ to ‘q’. This book had 6 pictures for each letter. Mannu opened her book and like a Robot, she identified each damn picture in the book from ‘a’ to ‘l’. There were a few misses from ‘m’ to ‘q’. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. Now came Tammu’s turn and she refused to even hold her book in hand. After a lot of pestering and maskafying, she kicked off:Tammu: A is for Crocodile, B is for Ambulance! Me: Whatt? A is for Alligator na? And this page is all about A. B starts from next page. Tammu: Ok Mamma. A is for Alligator… A is for Tanker! Me: Tanker?? Arrrghhh, its anchor, not tanker… Tammu: Ok Mamma. A is for …. Santa Claus. Me and Mannu both bang our foreheads with our palms: Santa Claus nahi… Astronaut!!! Where does she draw these connections from? Some classic examples: Caterpillar – Pital Lotus – Skootal (Scooter) Elf – Wolf Guitar – Xylophone Jellyfish – Jelly-Jam Jacket – Jelly-Jacket (Just becoz Jacket was after Jelly Fish)
She keeps on forgetting even after repeating the same word like a 100 times. In the last two days, we had enough cycles of screaming, snuggling, wiping tears, ROFLing, again yelling to produce tears, cuddling and so on. Phew! The funniest moment was when I kept on repeating ‘I for Image’ for like 50 times and after precisely 2 seconds, I asked her what it was. I was damn sure, she had forgotten. With a naughty expression on her face, she confidently uttered ‘I for….’, I bit my nails in anticipation as she said again ‘I for….’ with a smile of accomplishment on her face. Excited me – “Yes, yes. I for… what?” She said “I for… SECRET! I won’t tell you….” She had us all in splits. She is related to Mr.Bean in some ways for you should see her facial expressions. Personification of cartoon, she is!
After both Abbas and I lost our cool on her, she declared that she did not want to study with Baba or Mamma. She wanted Mannu to teach her. Mannu was prompting, providing her hints or even revealing the answers.
Abbas and I were on a Mute mode whole of Sunday as the day started with a silly argument. I had made his fav Chhole and Chapathi. He declared that he will not have breakfast. I did not say a word, I simply sat to clean and chop a Banana Flower which took like two hours, Phew! He said “You don’t have to cook lunch for me.” And walked out of the home. I was just wondering where he must have gone. Did he go to have food somewhere? What if he doesn’t come back by lunch? Has he taken his cellphone along? I will not call him. I’ll feed my kids and have my lunch and sleep. Both of us being Capricorns, we hardly fight. But when we do, it can go into a deadlock. Abbas breaks the ice most of the time. And we never ever have loud outbursts. It is always in silence. So finally he comes back home with milk packets and hits the bed. I was almost done cooking when he asked – “How long will it take for lunch to get ready?” I said “A few more minutes.” and he proceeds to bring the Chhole out of the fridge and eats it in a bowl by topping it with some sauce. I was giggling to myself. So we call off our Maun Vrat!
Post lunch, Mannu goes to wash her hands and mouth to the wash basin. Mantam can’t comfortably reach the basin yet. So they climb on a small stool and help themselves. I was in the kitchen, Abbas in the bathroom. We heard a huge Thud sound and rushed to the living room to see that the basin had collapsed and broken into pieces. Luckily Mannu was untouched. She cried out of shock, Abbas and I were too perplexed to react. But we thanked God a million times for saving us from a grave mishap!
All in all, I am content with the weekend. All the clothes pending to be ironed had formed a huge heap and our wardrobes were almost empty. I finished ironing them all. Also, due to the cold war between Abbas and I, he did so many tasks without me nagging. Lot of cleaning, cooking, eating and sleeping happened. My eye test remains in the same status as we went to the hospital on Saturday at around 2 PM and they tell us that on Saturdays, the test is done before 12 PM. They didn’t mention this in the last visit.