we might have been named:
Bugz, the fearless – because no mountain (staircase) is high enough. It can be scaled without any hesitation. And if Maa runs behind us, even better (she can use some exercise you see). We turn around, see her coming, give a big smile and start climbing even faster.
Bugz, the explorer – because no valley (bed, crib, couch) is low enough. All these places are meant to be crawled under. In fact the lower they are the better because then no one can get in to get us out. Plus Maa needs to pay the price of sometime giving up on cleaning those obscure corners, right? And what better joy can there be than to see her freak out as we find something in the dark to chew on?
Bugz, the three note: because who needs more of them when everything can be expressed in the said three notes. Ha Ha, means we are happy. Ainh, means I am talking so you better pay attention. Aaaaiiiinnnnn, means you are done for. Why did you not listen when I was talking, all nice and proper.
Bugz, the destroyer: because Buzz didi makes these block structures for us and we can’t disappoint her, now can we? No sir! We crawl to them at full speed, the minute we see them. Which is followed by ‘and Jill came tumbling after’. Oops sorry! ‘Blocks came tumbling after’. Didi getting upset does not figure in our equation of having fun.
Bugz, the metallic: because Maa is the magnet of course! Out of sight is out of mind, but within range and we can’t help but be pulled towards her. She needs to be holding us at all times and dare she make us sit down. We scream blue murder, fling ourselves on the floor (Maa here says, ‘ALREADY!’) on our back mind it and start spinning backwards in a circle.
Bugz, the possessive: because Maa is ours, first and foremost. Didi sitting in Maa’s lap is not done. We stand up holding on to Maa and get to hair pulling and pushing. Oh and the minute Maa’s lap is empty, we are there sitting happily before anyone can blink an eye.
Bugz, the little sister: because our biggest smile is reserved for Didi. We follow her around, we smile at her, we (try and) play with her..err snatch toys from her hand. She is the one to look up to and imitate. She makes us laugh, oh how she makes us laugh. And then she says ‘MY BABY’ and everyone melts.