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Hobbies


I look at the hobbies she’s developed and find them strange and wonderful.
She likes looking at the rain and watching car-peep-peep’s moving around from our window. More recently she has started wanting to ‘stand-on-stool’ to look out the window.
She likes holding a potato and an onion! She’s started peeling the onion since the last week.
She likes looking in the fridge, and playing with fridge magnets
She likes getting a ‘tattoo’, an ink drawing on her foot. The favorites being ‘car-peep-peep’, ‘flower’, ‘car‘, ‘boy’ and ‘girl’.
She loves watching Youtube videos in a loop. Dhinka-Chika, Hakuna Matata, Crazy Frog, Waka Waka, Hippo and Dog and three different videos of Happy Birthday. This is also how we get her to eat, since that is not on the list of things she likes doing.
She likes touching a hot cup of tea or coffee for a second and then she’ll look at you with eyes filled with wonder and say, ‘Hot’. After a few seconds of letting her fingers cool she’ll repeat, till you manage to finish your beverage.
The strangest of hobbies, however has to be her wanting to throw ‘dirty’ things in the ‘dumma’ (dust-bin). Initially it started out with us telling her to do it, to keep her busy. The ‘dirty’ item could be a shopping receipt, an unwanted flyer, or the plastic peel of a slice of cheese. Eventually she started showing that she looks forward to these trips to the dumma. It’s now reached a point where she looks for tiny pieces of paper/plastic that may have found their way to the floor and looks to one of us for approval.
Baby: Dumma?
One of yes: Yes, okay.
Baby: Dirty!
I thought about why they develop such simple hobbies and manage to keep themselves so happy. I am not sure if I have an answer, but I feel it may have something to do with having no point of reference. No friends telling her what they enjoy doing in their free time and on the weekend. It’s just a guess.
Honey, please try and be as simple as you are.

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