an old phone??

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When we gave Sid an old cell phone to distract him from one of the many fights he was having with Nish, we little realized what a world we were opening up….(and sadly, how important he thinks a phone is!)

He has been walking around, looking busy, planning ‘important meetings’, sharing thoughts about all possible things and even just sitting and nodding like he is listening with lots of “ohs!” and “achha” and “oks” thrown in.

Last evening is dialled frantically. “hello! Hello!! 101? i have emergency! Fire in my house. Come fast”. He was versatile enough to provide the sound of the fire engine while continuing his pleas for help as well as instructions on the old phone. He got a bowl for his his (as a helmet) and came in and realistically hosed down the fire. Then he promptly called up another imaginary person to tell him about he fire and the rescue! 

His twin Nish is not bothered about the phone, but for Sid it has become a valuable possession, just like his glasses which he likes to wear perched on top of his head like “ajoba” (his grandfather). Amu is not that interested in the phone, but he has quickly figured out that he easiest way to currently get a rise out of Sid is by making off with the cell phone or threatening to throw it! 

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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