Ashu and I were in the car. Coming back from school. She was sleepy and started saying incoherent stuff like "I want Appa now. Why did nt you bring Antu to school? Where is Thatha?", etc... and was on the verge of bursting into tears and going to sleep. So to save the drama, I was trying to distract her.
Me - Look Ashu. I got a cut in my finger.
Ashu - A cut? Where?
Me - In my right index finger. Look. (Stretching my fingers to the back and showing her thinking it would ve been fun if it was the middle finger instead!)
Ashu - How did you get the owie, Amma?
Me - I was grating carrots and by accident, my finger rubbed against the grater and it got cut. It hurts, you know.
Ashu - (Making a sad face) But why did you grate your finger?
Me - It was an accident, Ashu.
Ashu - If it hurts, you should nt drive the car Amma.
Me - Its OK, Ashu. Its only in my finger. If I get hurt in my palm or hands, then I won't be able to drive. But now its OK.
Ashu - So who ll pick me up from school?
Me - What?
Ashu - If you get hurt in your hand and can't drive when I am in school, who will come to pick me up?
Me - !!!!!!
I should just put the quote "that that person, their their worry" in my blog header next to a photo of Ashu.