Oh the tragedy of being skinny!

Standard

This afternoon when I picked the boys up from school, I asked my standard question : So boys, how was your day?

Nish: very good…i played and i played and i played

Sid: It was good but i am really tired. I was so sleepy but i did not take a nap at all. 

Me: why?

Sid: Because aunty did not give me a pillow or cushion or anything soft…just a mat to lie on. And i have to use my hands to put under my head. They are so very full of bones naa..it’s not at all comfortable. Why my hands are so skinny? Nish’s hands are nice for a pillow. 

Yeah…once again, i had no response! 

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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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