Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from November, 2012

Fix it

I like fixing things around the house, and take the ‘Mr. Fixit’ title given to me by my wife as a compliment. My wife has let my daughter know that daddy does most of the fixing around the house. So whether its some hair clip teddy bear that needs a little super glue, or a book that talks, that needs a battery change, my wife would probably tell my daughter that, “We’ll need to ask papa to fix it.” Recently though, a musical toy that had stopped working, took a fall, and miraculously hit the right spot so that it started working again. Since this wasn’t a battery change issue, it was something more technical, I wasn’t able to fix it. Now that this magically started working, my daughter assumed that since I’m the fix-it-all, that I had fixed it. Here’s the scene. I don’t know about the miracle yet. My wife is feeding my daughter, and my daughter is playing with the toy in question. I still don’t realize that this wasn’t working before. My daughter looks at me...

Conversations (Continued)

I. Me: Look it’s raining! Daughter: And birdie is taking a bath? Me: Yes, that's right. Daughter: Then she dry (herself) and put lotion and powder? Me: Umm.. Daughter: Then she go to school Me: What will birdie do in school? Daughter: (Looking at me as a professor looks at a hopeless student) Fly! II. Daughter: (Coming to me playfully) Papa, what T-shirt is this? (pointing to the T-shirt I’m wearing) Me: Green and black T-shirt. (Thinking she seems to like it) Do you like it? Daughter: Nooooo I’m looking at my wife trying to figure out what just happened. Daughter: I like the purple one. Me: (realizing who’s going to be making my wardrobe decisions now) Okay, I’ll wear it tomorrow? Daughter: Okay