This past weekend morning, I was sleeping in and D was taking care of Buzz. This is how, I am told, things went down.
Dad and daughter are playing in the living room with lot of rolling and jumping is involved. Which are resulting in laughs and giggles.
Buzz once in a while stops her play and says: Mummm
To which D replies: Maa is sleeping baby. Paa and Buzz will play.
After a little while Buzz heads to the kitchen. She does tend to play there a lot so D lets her be and out comes his smart-phone and he precedes to checking emails, catching Facebook statues and the likes. There is a big thud in the kitchen and he looks up to see Buzz lugging a small icebox which generally contains her milk when we are going out and at night (because I don’t have the energy to get up to grab milk from the kitchen in the middle of the night). She has somehow managed to get the icebox down from the kitchen counter (remember the loud thud) and continues to half drag and half carry it to D.
Once she gets to D, she points to the icebox emphatically and say Mummm.. D’s flickering tubelight lights up full blast.
Buzz has been talking non-stop, the past month or so. But dumb parents that we are..we don’t understand a third of what she says. It took me forever to get that I was Mummmaa and food was Mummm. And there were numerous pointing at the kitchen and fridge before she got the point across.
Buzz has now ensured that D never forgets the difference either 🙂
I got up to the site of Buzz sitting contentedly in D’s lap drinking her milk