The boy is running out of the door. His father's already downstairs getting the car out.
Me: I love you.
Rahul: Bolo, I love you.
Me: (very touched that he's actually asking for affection for a change!) Yes, I just said it, I love you.
R: Yes, abar bolo, I love you 5, 6, 11!
I dutifully repeat various combinations as he makes his way down the stairs. And what with the mushiness engendered by the above conversation I actually stand waiting by the window as he walks out of the gate.
Only to hear him gleefully telling his father, "Ami Babu-ke khyapachhilam!" (I was teasing Babu!)
I blame the paternal genes.
Me: I love you.
Rahul: Bolo, I love you.
Me: (very touched that he's actually asking for affection for a change!) Yes, I just said it, I love you.
R: Yes, abar bolo, I love you 5, 6, 11!
I dutifully repeat various combinations as he makes his way down the stairs. And what with the mushiness engendered by the above conversation I actually stand waiting by the window as he walks out of the gate.
Only to hear him gleefully telling his father, "Ami Babu-ke khyapachhilam!" (I was teasing Babu!)
I blame the paternal genes.
6 comments:
Bhaeblu Babu is the best.
heehaw, you have an awesome son or what!
- :)
- the girls we are :b
- the boys they are :D
You still got "I love you'd!"
But still....awwww
Anon -- Fan club type, huh?
Hack -- I could think of other adjectives.
Gayatri -- Exactly :)
Dipali -- You mean he did!
U -- Yes, indeed :)
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