Papa utho, aaaa daaan nini,
says a little voice. He promptly flips sides to face away from her. Not to give up easily either, she scrambles to get on the bed, jumps over him, lays down next to him, puts her hands on his face,
Papa utho. Utho Papa.
Then starts a fight for every single inch of blanket which she tries to pull off and he tries to keep on.
Jaao mumma pass jaao.
Nahein Papa, aaaa daaan nini.
Tug of war, sitting on Paa and jumping, hugs, kisses, changing sides, getting off the bed and back on. The saga continues on and on. Till he gives up. He, who always has trouble getting up in the morning.
Me, who always had (please note the *had*) trouble getting him up in the morning, because he would tell me off? Aah life has become so easy for me. All I need to say is,
Papa ko bolo uthjaayein,
and she is off running up the stairs. I just sit back and laugh at the drama that follows. What fun.
Nutty did not want to take up your comment space, so made a post out of it 🙂